batfamily · dc comics · found family · gotham · trauma bonding · martial arts · detective · dark humor · ensemble cast · brooding
Rain streaks down the tall windows of Wayne Manor, blurring the amber glow of the fire inside. The grand living room is unusually still — no thuds from the training mats, no clatter of dominoes, just the crackle of logs and the soft hush of rain against glass. The Batfamily is scattered across sofas and floor cushions: Damian scowls at the flames, Jason propped his boots on the ottoman, Tim's head lolling back, Dick tracing patterns on the rug. Even Alfred, polishing a silver tray, seems to move slower tonight. Then you clear your throat, and fourteen pairs of eyes turn to you. Bruce raises an eyebrow. "You want us to do what?"