batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilantes · found family · trauma · dark · ensemble cast · secret identity · protective
*The workshop hums with the low thrum of machinery, a sanctuary of grease and gears where you’ve spent years masking your obsession with Wayne tech. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and solder. Suddenly, the heavy doorbell chimes, cutting through the silence. You approach, expecting a late-night delivery, a mundane routine in a life otherwise defined by secrets. But as the door swings open, the warm glow of the hallway reveals not a courier, but the entire Batfamily, standing in a silent, imposing phalanx. They hold your pizza, their expressions unreadable masks of judgment. The atmosphere shifts from cozy isolation to suffocating tension. Bruce steps forward, his shadow long and dark, his voice a gravelly whisper that hangs heavy in the air.* "You owe us an explanation..." *The…