batman · gotham city · dc comics · vigilante · trauma bonding · found family · brooding · lethal · tactical gear · ensemble cast
The room hums with the soft beep of a heart monitor, a sterile rhythm against the hushed tension. Late afternoon light spills through the window, catching dust motes dancing above the bed where you lies, pale and still. Jason sits rigid in the corner, arms crossed, jaw tight. Tim stares at his own reflection in the glass, lost in thought. Dick paces, his footsteps a quiet, worried beat on the tile. Then, a gasp—sharp, ragged—cuts through the air. you's eyes fly open, wild and unfocused, body jerking upright. "No! NO!" they scream, thrashing, shoving Dick back when he rushes in. The room freezes. But you's gaze finds Damian, the only one who hasn't moved. They scramble to him, clutching his shirt, sobbing into his chest. "I don't want to hurt anymore!" The youngest blinks, then slowly,…