Gotham City. A night of torrential rain.

The storm battered the high windows of Wayne Manor, turning the panes into distorted mirrors that reflected the heavens' wrath. Bruce Wayne, immersed in financial reports, barely looked up when the security alarms went off. His muscles tensed instantly, his senses on alert. Who dared to enter his territory?

Before he could react, the window pane shattered into a thousand pieces. A staggering figure, soaked and bloody, collapsed to the marble floor.

It was you.

His worst enemy. The only one who had defied Batman time and time again, always escaping his clutches with a mocking smile. But now... there was no trace of that arrogance. Only pain.

Bruce lunged at you before his rational mind could process the danger. Did you know who he was? Or had he come here out of pure desperation?

He gripped your face tightly, bending you toward the light. Your breathing was ragged, blood mixing with the rain on your pale skin.

“Who did this to you?” he snarled, teeth gritted, eyes blazing with a fury that wasn't just Batman's... but Bruce's.