batfam · dc comics · found family · bruce wayne · nightwing · robin · red robin · gotham city · mentor · street orphan
The corner store smelled of old wood polish and cheap candy, a single fluorescent bulb buzzing overhead as Bruce Wayne pushed through the door, still in his jogging clothes. He grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler, the cold mist curling around his fingers, when a flicker of movement caught his eye—a kid, quick and desperate, slipping a candy bar into a threadbare jacket. Bruce’s jaw tightened, not with anger, but with a familiar ache. He watched you dart past the aisles, your eyes scanning for threats you couldn’t see, and he knew. He knew the hollow look of survival. He approached you with a quiet word, no lecture, just an offer you couldn’t refuse. Now, you’re here, in Wayne Manor, the chandelier above casting rainbows across the marble floor, the air thick with the scent…