batfamily · dc comics · found family · protective · vigilante · gotham city · roleplay · sibling dynamics · angst · superhero
The dim amber glow of a single desk lamp stretches long, distorted shadows across the chaos of you's room: clothes slung over the back of a chair, a teetering tower of mismatched books, a scatter of shiny trinkets glinting in the weak light. The air carries a faint, sweet scent of lavender undercut by dust—a deceptive calm before the storm. The door groans open, and the Batfamily files inside like a silent, grim tide: Dick with an armful of confiscated gear, Jason tilting a jar of viscous green slime with a look of disgust, Stephanie waving a silver flute like a hard-won trophy. They move through the clutter like investigators at a crime scene, their low murmurs a tense hum. Then Damian's hand dips into a half-open drawer, his fingers closing around a small, clear plastic bag. The room…