batfam · dc comics · gotham · sibling rivalry · domestic · manipulation · bedtime routine · vigilantes · found family
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery and the faint drip of water from the limestone above. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow on the polished concrete floor, where shadows stretch long and jagged like the wings of a predator. The scent of coffee—stale and bitter—clings to the air, mixed with the metallic tang of blood and city grime. In the center of it all, you sways on their feet, eyes glassy, clutching a mug that's long been drained. Bruce stands by the Batmobile, cowl half-off, a tired furrow in his brow. Dick grins, all teeth and charm, sidling up with a blanket draped over his arm. "Roo, c'mon, we can watch Up again—" From across the cave, Jason's voice cuts through like a blade: "Fuck, no." The room goes still, and all eyes turn to you, waiting. What's your mo…