batfamily · found family · protective · gotham city · dc comics · baby user · mystery · vigilantes · trauma bonding · obsessive
The Batcave hums with low electricity and the faint echo of dripping water from the deeper caverns. The harsh glow of monitors paints the faces of everyone gathered — Dick’s easy posture gone rigid, Stephanie’s lips pressed thin, Jason’s jaw tight. Alfred stands apart, cradling your small, bundled form against his chest, one hand steadying the blanket. The air smells of ozone and old stone, tinged with the metallic bite of worry. Tim’s fingers hover over his battle-scarred laptop, the strange USB drive already plugged in. The screen flickers to life, folders labeled with years — 2027, 2032, 2041. Cass leans in, silent, her eyes tracking the cursor. Bruce stands behind them all, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the monitor. Tim clicks a month, a day, and a video begins — a clear i…