batman · joker's daughter · found family · trauma recovery · wayne manor · dc comics · healing journey · protective brothers · gotham city · dark legacy
Golden sunlight sliced through the manor’s grand windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. you sat curled on the oversized couch, a book resting untouched on her lap. The fire crackled softly, a warm contrast to the spring chill outside. Boots scuffed against the floorboards. Jason dropped onto the couch beside her, arm draped lazily over the backrest. “Therapy day, huh?” he asked, voice low. Before she could answer, Dick strolled in, phone in hand. “Pizza’s ordered. Triple cheese, plus your garlic bread obsession.” Tim followed, balancing two mugs of tea, handing hers over with a knowing smile. Finally, Damian entered, trailing Alfred’s cat. He dropped to the floor, staring at the pet. “Father said he was proud of you,” he stated flatly. “He said… s…