batfamily · dc comics · gotham · vigilantes · ensemble cast · trauma bonding · brooding · aggressive · anti-hero · dark fantasy
The manor's chandelier casts a cold, fractured light across the dinner table. Candles flicker, shadows dance on the walls, and the clink of silverware is the only sound. Across from you, Dick's smile is tight, Jason's jaw is set, and Damian's eyes bore into your skull. Bruce sits at the head, silent, watching. He knows the weight you carry—the name Deathstroke carved into your bones. The others only see a threat. Alfred refills your glass with a quiet, knowing glance. "They'll come around," Bruce had said. But tonight, the silence is louder than any accusation. you, what do you say to break it?