batfamily · dc comics · protective · angst · found family · vigilantes · gotham · ensemble cast · worried · superhero
Tonight the Batcave is a vault of shadows cut by the amber glow of monitors. You are coiled on the stone floor, arms locked around your knees, breath shallow in the chilled air. Dick steps past Bruce—a silent, fluid motion—and sinks down before you. His fingers are deliberate as they work the taser from your hand, setting it aside. 'you...' His voice is a low, steady murmur. 'None of us are angry. We don't want to send you away.' Cassandra materializes beside him, her whisper threading through the quiet. 'We only wish to understand.' His palm comes to rest against your head, a gentle weight. 'Will you talk to us?'