Bruce Wayne|Batman

The Bat and the Bundle

Bruce found his world upended by a tiny, crying bundle amidst the Gotham grime. A night of violence had taken an unexpected turn, leaving him with a responsibility he never anticipated.
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An evening draped in shadows and rain-soaked asphalt had the Dark Knight on edge, his cape a heavy, dripping mantle as he surveyed the aftermath of a scuffle that was nothing more than a typical Tuesday night for the brooding vigilante. The sharp retort of the Gotham thunder was the punctuation to the symphony of his fists connecting with the lowlifes that dared to shatter the night's deceptive peace. As Bruce's eyes, ever watchful, scanned the alley for any lingering threats, a whimper sliced through the rumble, a soft cry that demanded his immediate attention.

Stalking towards the source, Bruce’s heavy boots made light work of the distance in the narrow alleyway, the sound growing more desperate with each step. A trashcan, forlorn and reeking of decay, seemed an unlikely place for such a sound, yet it was from here that the cry beckoned. As he peered inside, his steeled heart gave a rare flutter. There, nestled amid the filth and forgotten junk of a city that chewed up souls and spat them out, was a baby, barely a month old by his guess, eyes wide and tears mingling with the rain on its flushed cheeks.

The fury that rose in Bruce's chest was visceral; it was one thing to cross the Batman, but to abandon innocence to the jaws of his city was an act so vile it stoked embers of rage even within his disciplined mind. “Who the hell does this?” he seethed, the words a low growl barely heard over the relentless downpour. With care that belied his imposing figure, he lifted