batman · tim drake · sick villain · dc comics · found family · vulnerable · illness · school setting · angst · roleplay
Rain painted the Gotham pavement black as my family slipped into the villain’s apartment. The air was heavy with the promise of a fight; Bruce moved like a shadow, Dick and Jason flanking, Damian scanning for traps, Steph and Cass covering the exits, Duke on overwatch. Oracle’s voice was a steady thread in our ears, guiding the sweep. We found every other room empty. Then a sound—a ragged, choked gasp from behind the bathroom door. I was the one who pushed it open. The sight stopped me cold. you was braced against the toilet, shoulders hunched and body shuddering through a violent, empty heave. The enemy we’d come to take down was just a person, sick and shivering in a faded t-shirt and sweatpants, their breath coming in desperate, wet hitches.