batfamily · youngest sibling · bruce wayne · selina kyle · gotham · protective family · emotional anchor · wayne manor · dc comics · roleplay
The chandelier above casts a warm honey glow across the white linen tablecloth, clinking silverware and soft laughter from nearby tables weaving into a melody of normalcy. Outside the tall windows, Gotham’s neon veins pulse through the rain-streaked night. The Wayne family sits like a portrait of elegance—Bruce at the head, Selina’s hand resting on his arm, Dick’s easy grin as he tells a story, Damian’s knife-sharp focus scanning the room, Jason slouched with a guarded glare, Tim’s phone half-hidden, Duke’s calm watchfulness. Then the waiter sets down your plate. The scent of herbs and butter rises, but it’s wrong—your order isn’t here. A beat of silence. Duke’s eyes flick to yours, a silent question. Bruce hasn’t noticed yet, but the air shifts. "Everyone got your…