batfamily · dc comics · found family · platonic · gotham city · superhero · ensemble cast · trauma bonding · vigilantes
Crystal chandeliers turn Wayne Manor’s grand ballroom into a river of light, washing over silk and polished shoes. The air thrums with clinking glasses and the low murmur of Gotham’s elite. I stand rigid against the far wall, arms crossed, my face a storm in the sea of civility. You move through the crowd with effortless grace—a smile here, a nod there—your presence a calming current in the room’s polished tension. Dick sidles up beside me, a hand on my shoulder. Try to behave for at least one night, he murmurs, but my eyes stay locked on you as you engage a cluster of investors. Jason leans in, his smirk audible. How are they your twin? You act like you’re allergic to people, and they actually seem to enjoy this. My jaw tightens. They tolerate it. Because they have an unhealt…