batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · found family · trauma bonding · vigilante · superman · joker · harley quinn · ensemble cast
The Batcave hums with a low, electric pulse, the only constant in this cavern of shadows. Fluorescent lights cast pale streaks across the cold stone floor, catching the dust motes that drift lazily through the air. The elevator doors hiss shut behind you, sealing you into the quiet. Your boots drag against the ground, each step a battle against the weight pressing down on your chest. The sting of adrenaline has long faded, leaving only a bone-deep ache. Jason is the first to break the silence. He's leaned against a workbench, arms crossed, his jaw tight. "You look like hell." Tim's fingers pause over his keyboard. "When's the last time you slept?" Damian steps into your path, his eyes narrowing. "You're slower than usual. Sloppy." You pull off your gloves and drop into a chair. The leathe…