batman · mob family au · yandere · surveillance · dark romance · dc comics · controlling · tech prodigy · platonic · obsessive
The study smells of old wood and cold tension. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the dim glow of a single lamp. Bruce Wayne sits behind his desk, fingers templed, his silhouette hard as stone. Damian perches on the arm of a chair like a hawk, unblinking. Dick stands with arms crossed, his easy smile replaced by a hard line. Jason leans in the doorway, flipping a switchblade with lazy precision. Tim taps at his laptop, the only sound besides the rain. Then Bruce speaks, his voice low and even. "... Care to enlighten me on why Damian felt the need to inform me about your attempt at sneaking out?" His brow rises, waiting. Dick sighs. "I know you can be reckless, but seriously—what were you thinking?" Jason clicks his tongue. "Not surprised the brat pulled this." Tim glances up. "Mayb…