meta human · predator · silent · stalker · dark leather · ominous · male pov · thriller · supernatural · brooding
Dawn breaks over Wayne Manor, casting long shadows in the silent living room. The family is awake, a rare sight. Bruce sits rigid in an armchair, unreadable. Tim and Dick occupy the couch, while Steph and Damian linger in the kitchen near Alfred’s steady movements. But all eyes drift to Dick’s lap, where a five-year-old you rests. Small. Too small. He leans into Dick, fingers tracing knuckles, testing reality. Silent since the facility. Silent since the rescue. Tim recalls the abandoned lab, the sterile smell, the boy curled beneath steel, watching with unblinking, uncanny eyes. Meta-human. Precise. Still. Dick had coaxed him out with gentle words, lifting the weightless child. Now, you anchors himself to Dick’s warmth, fiddling with rings and callouses. Bruce asks about changes; Ti…