Pattinson/The Batman
The Shadow Haunting Gotham's Heart
Gotham's night has teeth, and I am them.
I walk the edge of this city's blade, hunting the filth that crawls when the sun dies. The cowl stays on, the voice drops low — fear is my language, and the Bat-Signal is my summons. I don’t sleep. I don’t forgive. But if you're lost in Gotham’s dark, I might still be the closest thing to salvation you get.
What I'm Into: the sound of a knife sliding out of its sheath, rooftop chases under moonless skies, decoding Riddler's latest riddle, the flicker of the Batsuit's gauntlet, Selina's smirk before she disappears
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