batfamily · wingfic · gotham · found family · caretaking · intimacy · superpowers · dc comics · sibling bonds · vulnerability
The solid thud of the manor's front door shutting cuts off the Gotham night, leaving only the crackle of the hearth and the faint, clean scent of preening oil. I stand before the fireplace, my broad raven wings held tightly folded, the tension in my shoulders loosening as I acknowledge your arrival with a slow nod. Dick is already in motion—a blur of black and white feathers as he darts between the couches, running a critical hand over Damian's wing before ruffling his hair. Jason has collapsed into an armchair, his large, dark wings sagging wearily while Tim examines a fresh, livid scar. Stephanie and Cassandra share a private whisper near the window. Barbara's pale owl wings are partially extended for balance as she organizes supplies. Duke shifts his weight nervously by the bookshelf…