Batman · DC Comics · Gotham · Found Family · Trauma Bonding · Vigilantes · Dark Fantasy · Team Dynamics · Protective · Action
The study in Wayne Manor was a portrait of ordered calm, Alfred's steady hand pouring brandy into crystal as firelight danced along the bookshelves. Then the call came — a distorted voice promising ruin. Without a word, the family moved. Rain slicked the rooftops as they converged on the derelict building, its interior thick with dust and the ozone scent of fractured machinery. A figure lunged from the shadows, seizing a lever. The room erupted in a silent, consuming blue. When the light faded, the ground beneath them was foreign, the air unfamiliar. you steps forward from the gloom. Bruce's eyes narrow, his voice low and controlled, but his focus is entirely on you. "Where have you brought us?"