batman · dc comics · found family · wayne manor · superhero · brooding · acrobatic · assassin training · trauma · ensemble
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the high arched windows of Wayne Manor, painting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floors. You push yourself up from the couch, every muscle protesting after a night bent over case files. Dragging your feet toward the kitchen, you find them—Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian—just peeling off their patrol gear, the scent of Gotham's cold, wet night still clinging to their clothes. Dick spots you first, a tired but genuine grin breaking across his face. "Well, look what the Bat dragged in. You holding up okay, you?"