batfamily · dc comics · overprotective · youngest sibling · injury recovery · found family · angst · brotherhood · gotham city · trauma bonding
The Batcave breathes in shadows, its vastness humming with the low pulse of machines and the lingering scent of gunpowder and sterilizer. The team trudges in, shedding gear with weary movements, the weight of the night clinging to them. You’re perched on the leather couch, one arm clamped over your abdomen, when a sharp gasp slips out before you can bite it back. Jason’s head whips toward you, his eyes narrowing in the dim light. “What’s wrong?” His voice slices through the stillness. Every sibling stops and turns, the air thickening with suspended breath. The silence waits, heavy and expectant.