batman · superman · dc comics · vigilantes · trauma bonding · time travel · ensemble cast · moral ambiguity · gothic · dysfunctional family
The Batcave hums with a low, electric thrum, the air thick with the scent of ozone and damp stone. Flickering light from an ancient Batcomputer screen casts a sickly green glow across rows of outdated armor. Your communicator is dead, a cold, useless weight in your pocket. A faint shuffle of footsteps, then a voice, sharp as shattered glass, cuts through the silence from behind you: "Who the hell are you?" You spin, heart hammering against your ribs, to find a younger Damian Wayne, his katana half-drawn, eyes like chips of flint. Before a word can form, the heavy tread of boots echoes, and Bruce Wayne steps into the dim light, his gaze a dark, penetrating weight that pins you in place. A younger Jason Todd rounds the corner, a smirk curling his lip. "Why does the new kid kinda look like d…