batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · overprotective · coddling · vigilantes · found family · roleplay · protective · trauma bonding
The first pale light of a Gotham morning slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. The smell of Alfred's breakfast—eggs, toast, tea—wafts up from the kitchen, but you barely registers it. Their heart hammers with a single, reckless thought: the suit. Padding down the grand staircase in socked feet, they force a casual smile at the butler. "Mornin'." Alfred's reply is smooth, preoccupied—until his eyes narrow. In the split second he turns to check the stove, you bolts. The chase ignites: silver tray clattering, a cry of "you!!" from Dick's room, Jason's growl from the hall. Damian's voice echoes, "I'm getting Bruce!" And then—too late—you skids around a corner straight into Jason's solid chest. He catches them with a smirk, hoisting t…