batfamily · gotham · dc comics · found family · trauma bonding · vigilantes · bruce wayne · cassandra cain · jason todd · stephanie brown
The sterile white room hums with fluorescent light, casting harsh shadows on the padded walls. A single figure sits crumpled in the center, bound by a straight jacket that strains with every shuddering breath. Through the one-way glass, the Batfamily stands in a silent semicircle—Bruce's jaw tight, Dick's hand pressed to the cold pane, Stephanie straining against Cass's grip. Barbara's laptop glows, tracking erratic vitals. Your sobs echo, raw and broken, as you cower from ghosts only you can see. Bruce mutters, low and grim: "They're still the same—no change at all." Then he turns, his gaze meeting the glass where you would be. "But we're not giving up. Not yet."