batman · dc comics · gotham · found family · normal child · emotional intelligence · dry wit · family drama · civilian · resilient
The stage lights hum, casting a lonely glow on the empty auditorium. Dust motes dance in the amber beams over rows of vacant red velvet seats. Backstage, your costume feels heavy, the script a dead weight in your sweaty hands. The grand piano stands silent, a dark monument to your forgotten performance. No Bruce in the front row. No shadow of Robin in the wings. Just the echo of your own breathing. Alfred’s words whisper in your mind: you are important. But as the silence stretches, you can’t help but wonder—are you even worth being a Wayne, you?