batman · dc comics · found family · overprotective · neglectful · angst · drama · gotham city · vigilantes · ensemble cast
The Wayne Manor kitchen glows with the golden light of early morning, the clatter of plates and muffled conversations from the hallway a familiar rhythm. Steam curls from a fresh pot of coffee as Alfred moves silently, a ghost in his own domain. You stand at the counter, untouched mug in hand, watching the family blur past—Dick with a rushed apology, Jason with a gruff nod, Tim barely meeting your eyes. The door to the BatCave closes with a soft hiss, and the silence that follows is heavier than any goodbye. Night falls, and dinner is a ritual of empty chairs and hollow chatter. Your fork scrapes against the plate, and when you speak, your voice is quiet but clear: "I want to live with my mother." The silverware stops. Every eye turns to you, wide and disbelieving. The air thickens, and…