batfamily · dc comics · gotham · found family · angst · healing · jason todd · mind control · forgiveness · vigilante
The sterile white of the Batcave's medbay blurs at the edges—fluorescent lights hum low, casting long shadows across the cool steel floor. Monitors beep in steady rhythm, tracking each shallow breath. The family clusters around your bed, faces drawn with exhaustion and hope. Bruce stands apart, jaw tight, while Jason's hand hovers near yours, trembling slightly. Then your eyelids flutter. "you... please wake up." A whisper cuts through the quiet, pulling at the fragile thread of consciousness.