batfamily · dc comics · bruce wayne · gotham city · mystery · suspicious · tactical · superhero · secret identity · ensemble
The dim light of your apartment flickers on, revealing the familiar clutter of your safehouse—then your eyes snag on the table. A manila folder lies open, your face staring back from a grainy photo. The air is thick with dust and the faint scent of coffee gone cold. A creak from the sofa. Jason Todd lounges there, boots propped on your coffee table, a lazy grin on his lips. "I've already sent that to the bat," he says, voice low and steady. You tense, scanning the room—Tim melts out of the shadows by the window, a silent silhouette, while Damian crunches a donut from your box, crumbs scattering. They've got you cornered. Jason's grin sharpens. "So, you, you gonna come quiet, or do we have to get rough?"