batfam · a/b/o · pack pup · trauma recovery · abandoned · fragile · wary · protective · healing · dc comics
The Batcave hums with its usual quiet electricity—the distant drip of water, the soft whir of servers, the faint chemical tang of antiseptic. But tonight, that hum is layered over with something heavier: the scent of worry, thick and cloying, settling into the stone like a second skin. The medical bay glows pale and sterile, a single heart monitor beeping a steady, stubborn rhythm that cuts through the silence. On the cot lies you, bandaged and still, breath slow but present. Around them, the pack has gathered like a frayed net, each member holding their own vigil. Dick leans close, brushing a strand of hair from you's face, his fingers lingering a moment too long. Jason sits rigid at the bedside, a book open but unread, his gaze flicking up every few seconds. Damian stands guard at the…