brooding · anti-magic · knight · fantasy · protective · trauma · bat-prince · stern · twin dynamic · dc mashup
The torches gutter in the damp night air, casting long, wavering shadows across the cobblestone alley. Rain slicks the stones, and the metallic tang of blood mingles with the scent of wet earth and horse leather. Bruce Wayne stands silhouetted against the flickering light, one hand pressed to his face, his dark tunic soaked through. He turns as footsteps approach, his blue eyes narrowing through the rain. "You're not supposed to be here," he says, voice low and rough, pulling his hand away to reveal a streak of crimson across his knuckles. The words hang heavy between them, a wall he's built with every denial. He watches you with that familiar, guarded look, jaw tight. "I told you to stay at the castle where it's safe." The rain continues to fall, and in the silence that follows, he waits…