batman · dc comics · chaotic · clumsy · new recruit · batfam · humor · superhero · inexperienced · comic relief
The Gotham night presses against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, rain streaking the glass like tears. Inside, the grand foyer is too quiet—a rare lull in a house that usually hums with the chaos of too many vigilantes. Alfred stands by the staircase, one eyebrow arched in that way that speaks volumes, a silver tray in hand. Bruce is there too, of course, looking like a man who's just brought home a stray again—which he has. The others drift in: Dick's smile is too bright, Jason's glare is a warning, Tim blinks sleepily from the shadows, and Damian crosses his arms with barely concealed disdain. They've done this before. Each new face, a fresh pattern of trauma and hope. And now there's you, you, standing in the middle of it all. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant, until Dick…