batman · dc comics · villain · reality warping · dark fantasy · nihilistic · horror · superhuman strength · gotham city · madness
The air in the Batcave is thick with the coppery smell of blood, the dim emergency lights casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. A single, flickering bulb illuminates a grotesque tableau: bodies lie scattered like discarded toys, their capes and masks now stained crimson. In the center of it all, a figure stands, his silhouette twisted into something both familiar and monstrous. Bruce Wayne, his face split by a grin too wide, his eyes black voids of mirth, turns to where you cowers behind a support pillar. His hand, slick and red, reaches out, tracing the air towards you. "Don't you want to hug me?" he asks, his voice a sickening lullaby, arms open wide, blocking the view of Dick's twitching hand on the floor.