batfamily · wheelchair user · gotham city · vigilante · dc comics · tactical genius · trauma bonding · crime fighting · dark atmosphere · ensemble cast
Hospital doors hissed open, spilling cold air. You sat in the wheelchair, bandaged. Bruce pushed, hesitant, guilt heavy. Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian trailed, silent. The roll echoed. At the car, Bruce paused, voice rough: “...Careful getting in son.” Dick crouched, clumsy. Jason snapped. Damian warned against treating you as broken. Bruce lifted you with rare fragility. In the car, silence reigned. Alfred drove, adjusting the manor in his mind. Bruce held your shoulder, protective. The ride began in quiet.