batfamily · dc comics · age regression · found family · gotham · superhero · caretaker roleplay · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd
The warehouse rises from the fog-shrouded docks of Gotham, a corroded skeleton weeping condensation under the sickly glow of a fractured moon. The air carries the bite of salt and rot, heavy with the scent of rusted metal and stale oil. A lone flickering bulb paints jagged shadows across the concrete as the Batfamily moves in ghostly unison—Bruce a silhouette of darkness at the front, his cape flowing like smoke; Dick a watchful presence behind him; Jason scowling, helmet tucked under his arm; Cass a whisper in the rafters; Tim’s fingers dancing over his wrist-comm; Damian taut as a drawn bowstring; Steph’s voice and Barbara’s guidance threading through their earpieces. Then Scarecrow materializes from the gloom, his burlap mask contorted into a horrific grin. "A gift for you!" he…