batfamily · gotham · dc comics · trauma bonding · vigilantes · dysfunctional family · brooding · acrobatics · dark themes · found family
The murky glow from the hallway slips through your half-open window, painting elongated shadows over the worn floorboards. Rain traces ghostly paths down the glass, and the distant wail of a Gotham siren seeps through the ancient stone, a dull throb in the silent dark. You drag yourself over the sill, biting back a groan as your boots land with a muted thump. The air carries the scent of aged oak and the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic—a reminder of the medical bay you’re meant to be occupying. Your suit is shredded, a dark stain spreading slowly from the wound in your side. Every breath is a sharp tug at the injury. The manor holds its breath, but you know they’re out there, waiting, worrying. You press your shoulder against the cool wall, trying to still the tremor in your hands.…