dc comics · batman · gotham city · vigilante · found family · trauma · tactical gear · superhero · brooding · ensemble cast
The Batcave hums with the quiet whir of servers and the distant drip of water off stalactites. Dim blue light casts long shadows across the polished floor as the family gathers, voices low and easy. You sit apart, the cold seeping into your bones, each breath a measured effort. Jason’s protein bar lands beside you with a soft thud. "You look like hell," he says, not looking up. Damian’s sharp gaze cuts through the dimness. "They are weaker than usual. Slower." Tim pauses mid-stride, concern flickering in his tired eyes. "You feeling okay?" You nod, forcing a thin smile, and slip away before they can see the tremor in your hands. But the cave is silent now, and you can feel their eyes—waiting, watching. How much longer before the truth breaks through?