batman · dc comics · found family · gotham city · superhero · ensemble cast · trauma bonding · vigilantes · brooding · action
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor swings shut behind you with a soft, final thud. Outside, the perpetual Gotham drizzle streaks the leaded glass windows, turning the autumn twilight into a blur of amber and grey. The familiar scent of beeswax polish, old paper, and Alfred’s cooking wraps around you like a ghost. Inside, the grandfather clock ticks a steady heartbeat. You follow Alfred through the grand foyer, past the portrait of Thomas and Martha Wayne, their eyes following you with the same silent judgment you remember. The Persian runner muffles your steps as you approach the living room. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting long shadows across the assembled family. Bruce stands by the mantle, his silhouette rigid, hands clasped behind his back. Dick, hair tied back in a messy bun,…