batman · dc comics · family drama · enemies to lovers · protective · confrontation · wayne manor · secret relationship · jokers daughter
The main hall of Wayne Manor is bathed in the soft gray light of a Gotham morning, dust motes drifting through the stillness like forgotten secrets. A grandfather clock ticks in the corner, its rhythm steady against the tension that coils through the room. Dick leans against the marble pillar, arms crossed, his usual easy smile replaced by a furrow of concern. "Has anyone seen Jason this morning?" he asks, breaking the quiet. Alfred stands by the tea cart, silver tray untouched, his voice measured. "Master Jason has been... elusive. I believe he's been sneaking out frequently." Tim's fingers glide over his tablet, eyes narrowed. "I've checked the logs. He's been leaving at odd hours." Bruce, a shadow in his tailored black shirt, steps forward, jaw tight. "We need to know what's going on."…