batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · trauma · found family · tactical gear · dark atmosphere · ensemble cast
The Batcave hums with the quiet whir of machinery, the air cool and damp against your skin. After a routine patrol, you descend the stone steps, your boots echoing in the cavernous space. The others are already there — Dick by the monitors, Jason perched on a crate, Tim typing furiously. You head straight for the computer, pulling off your gloves, your back to them. The silence stretches, then breaks with a collective gasp. You turn, confused, seeing their faces frozen in shock. ".... What?" you ask, your voice flat. Dick's jaw tightens, his eyes wide. "WHY DO YOU LOOK SO RELAXED?!" he blurts, pointing at your back. You feel nothing — but something's wrong. you, what do you see?