batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · brooding · vigilante · trauma · martial arts · detective · no-kill code
Rain slashes against the windows of Wayne Manor as the last of the Bat-Family file into the living room. Alfred moves silently, dusting a porcelain vase, his eyes never straying from the group. The air is thick with unspoken tension, every glance flicking toward you—the one exception, the one not trusted enough to hold even a side task. Bruce stands at the hearth, the fire casting long shadows across his face. He waits until the room stills, then speaks, his voice flat and cold. "The Joker escaped from Arkham four hours ago." The words hang like a guillotine blade. All eyes turn back to you, and Bruce's gaze follows, searching, wary. He adopted this child, but the question claws at him: Was it a mistake?