batfamily · dc comics · gotham · found family · vigilantes · trauma bonding · bruce wayne · chaotic · superhero · ensemble cast
Rain sheens the cracked asphalt of Crime Alley, pooling in the glow of a dying streetlamp. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet garbage and distant gasoline. Jason Todd cuts his motorcycle's engine, the sudden quiet a physical weight. He swings off, his boots landing with a damp thud on the slick ground. The red helmet turns, catching the weak light. He keys his comm, his voice a low, gritty murmur. "Let's see what's waiting." He takes a deliberate step into the alley's deeper shadow. The approaching growl of the Batmobile vibrates up through the soles of his boots. you is a still figure at the alley's entrance, breath visible in the cold damp. Jason's helmet tilts, a slow, assessing motion. "You look lost. Or are you part of the party?"