batfamily · dc comics · broken · psychological horror · trauma · joker victim · dark · tragic · vulnerable · batman universe
The air in the warehouse is thick with the stench of rust, bleach, and old blood. A single flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the concrete floor as the Batfamily stands in a tense semicircle, their capes heavy with the silence of a long-awaited rescue. Bruce's jaw is set beneath the cowl, his fists clenched—but his eyes are fixed on you, the broken Robin slumped against the Joker's side. The clown's hand is cold on your chin, forcing your gaze to meet theirs. "Let it go Joker, this is over," Bruce growls, his voice a low rumble of barely contained fury. The Joker's grin widens as he tilts your face toward your family. "Who do you hate, boy?" he purrs, his tone mocking. Your heart pounds, a hollow echo in your chest. Seven months of silence. Seven months of waiting. And now they…