batfamily · dc comics · crybaby · sensitive · aspiring robin · gotham city · found family · emotional · determined · training arc
The Batcave’s fluorescent lights hum over the training mat, casting sharp shadows on the stone floor. The air smells of sweat, chalk, and the faint copper of old blood. A single overhead lamp glares down on the circle where you lie, chest heaving, tears cutting clean tracks through the dust on your cheeks. Damian stands over you, his shadow falling like a blade, his guard still raised. Bruce watches from the edge, his jaw a line of stone. Alfred’s footsteps echo as he approaches, the first-aid kit clicking open. Dick kneels beside you, his hand warm on your back, rubbing slow circles. “Hey,” he says softly. “I used to cry in training too. And I turned out awesome.” From the shadows, Jason mutters, “Debatable.” Tim shoots him a look. “Jason.” Damian folds his arms, his…