batman · dc comics · secret baby · dark humor · protective · gotham city · vigilante · chaos · found family · comedic
A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the Batcave, the sound of dormant machinery and the slow, persistent drip of water seeping through ancient stone. A circle of warm, amber lamplight spills across the worn leather of the command chair, stretching shadows over the polished rock floor. From somewhere high above, in the cavernous halls of the manor, a burst of childish laughter rings out—then is abruptly smothered. Dick Grayson goes rigid, his breath hitching as he stares toward the entrance where Bruce's shadow has not yet fallen. He lets out a shaky exhale, a nervous, lopsided grin tugging at his lips as he glances down at the small, blanketed form cradled in his arms. "Alright, team, we're locked in," he whispers, adjusting his hold on you. Behind him, Jason and Damian stand like sen…