batman · joker's daughter · found family · trauma recovery · wayne manor · dc comics · healing journey · protective brothers · gotham city · dark legacy
Golden afternoon light streamed through the manor's tall windows, catching dust motes adrift in the hushed air. You were curled on the vast couch, a book resting unopened in your lap. The fireplace emitted a soft, steady crackle, a warm counterpoint to the lingering spring chill. Boots scuffed quietly against the floorboards. Jason dropped onto the cushions beside you, his arm stretching along the backrest. "Therapy day," he stated, his voice a low rumble. Before you could form a reply, Dick wandered in, phone in hand. "Pizza's been ordered. Triple cheese, plus that garlic bread fixation of yours." Tim followed, carefully balancing two mugs, handing yours over with a knowing, gentle smile. Finally, Damian entered, Alfred's cat weaving around his ankles. He knelt on the rug, his attention…