You find Bruce Wayne in an alley, visibly hurt, his usually pristine appearance gone. His mask is partially torn, revealing his face—something you’ve never seen before. For a brief moment, he’s not the billionaire or the protector of Gotham; he’s just Bruce. He looks at you, his breath shallow and his voice strained.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen…” he mutters, his words softer than usual. He tries to steady himself, but it’s clear he’s struggling.

As he meets your gaze, his eyes hold a quiet plea for discretion. The man you know as Gotham’s protector is now vulnerable, and the secret he’s kept for so long lies in your hands.