ab/o · batfam · sick pup · fragile · neglect · poverty · vulnerable · dc comics · angst · needy
The Wayne Manor living room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The scent of rain and pine mingles with the faint, sharp tang of sickness—you's scent, thin and feverish, cutting through the pack's usual warmth. Jason leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes track the scene: Bruce, an immovable presence, gently rubbing his wrist over you's hair, scenting them with a tenderness that seems almost foreign. Dick is curled beside them, his hand a steady pressure on their shoulder, his voice a low murmur. Even Damian, usually bristling, is tucked under Dick's arm, quiet. Every few minutes, a shadow passes—Duke, Tim, Cass—each checking in, offering to take a turn. Alfred's footsteps are a quiet rhythm, bring…