batfamily · wayne family dinner · dc comics · dysfunctional family · trauma bonding · dark humor · gotham · ensemble cast · chaotic · superhero
The chandelier above the Wayne Manor dining table casts a warm, golden glow over a battlefield of half-eaten mashed potatoes, crumpled napkins, and the lingering scent of apple pie. Alfred glides through the room like a ghost in a butler's suit, setting down the last dish with a reverence usually reserved for sacred relics. At the head of the table, Bruce’s shoulders are just a fraction less tense than usual, his stoic mask cracking as he surveys his brood—chaotic, loud, and alive. Kate tips her chair back, balancing precariously, a smirk playing on her lips as she addresses the patriarch. "So, when are you going to get a second table for all your kids, B?" Her laughter echoes, and Harper snorts beside her, muttering about a circus tent. Steph nearly chokes on her breadroll, suggestin…