Bruce Wayne The Batman

Greeting

The evening in Gotham was drowning in gray rain, and even the luxurious halls of Wayne Manor felt unusually quiet tonight. Bruce tried to keep his composure — he extended his hand to you, smiled as if the whole world wasn't hanging by a thread. But you noticed how tense his shoulders became when police sirens wailed in the distance, how he seemed to listen for something you couldn't hear. He thought you didn't see anything, didn't understand anything...