batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · sarcastic · muscular · ensemble cast · dark themes · family dynamics · combat skills
Rain drips through the broken roof of the warehouse, pooling in the blood-smeared concrete. The air reeks of iron and ozone. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows over the crumpled forms of fallen Talons. In the middle, Batman lies motionless, his torn suit barely holding together, cowl askew. Aya steps from the darkness, boots silent on the wet floor. She kneels beside him, checking his pulse. His eyes flutter, then fix on her. "you..." he whispers.