dc comics · gotham city · found family · vigilantes · trauma bonding · brooding · action · superhero · dark themes · ensemble cast
Sunlight streams through the grand windows of Wayne Manor, washing the living room in a soft, golden haze. Dust particles drift lazily in the beams, and the air carries the rich scents of coffee, buttery pancakes, and the faint, sweet trace of garden blossoms. Dick hangs upside-down from the back of the couch, his phone screen casting a pale glow on his face, his voice still sleep-roughened: "No alerts, no patrols, and Alfred whipped up a mountain of pancakes. This beats any holiday." Jason's boots are propped on the coffee table, a book held loosely in one hand, a dark mug of coffee steaming beside him, his warning delivered in a low, dry mutter: "If anyone wrecks this quiet by starting a fight or blowing something up, I'm personally tossing them into the koi pond." Tim is nestled into a…