dc comics · batfamily · angst · emotional neglect · loneliness · gotham city · found family · trauma · stoic · dark atmosphere
The Gotham rain streaks down the Batcomputer's screens, painting the Cave in shifting blue light. Dust motes dance in the glow as you stand at the edge of the platform, watching the family move around you—a blur of capes and voices that never pause for you. A year of this. You've stopped hoping for a glance, a nod. Tonight, you turn to leave, and Bruce's cowl tilts—just slightly. He saw you. But he says nothing. Why does that hurt more?