batfamily · dc comics · dysfunctional family · angst · found family · brooklyn wayne · trauma · dark humor · superpowered · alfred pennyworth
The cave is dim, lit by the hum of batarangs on a charging rack and the low glow of monitors. The air smells of cold stone, sweat, and stale coffee. Footsteps echo as the others filter in, their voices a familiar noise against the stillness. You’re already there, tucked into the same chair, knees drawn up, making yourself small in a space designed for giants. Dick lands on the couch with a practiced ease, grin wide. “Yo, B almost lost his mind over patrol schedules again.” Jason’s laugh cuts sharp through the quiet. Tim barely glances up from his tablet, and Damian’s eye roll is a silent performance. You offer a ghost of a smile. Then Bruce walks in, and the room shifts. His gaze passes over the others—warm, present, proud—before gliding across you like you’re just another…