batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · vigilantes · trauma · found family · superpowers · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · redemption
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, the air thick with the scent of cold stone and faint ozone. Water drips somewhere in the shadows, a steady, lonely pulse. The team filters past the bank of monitors, voices a distant murmur, but you remain frozen in the locker room. The mirror before you is cracked, a jagged line splitting your reflection in two. Your suit is torn, dark stains blooming across the fabric. Your hands tremble at your sides, and in the fractured glass, the face staring back feels like a stranger's. The echo of the enemy's voice still coils in your skull—their words had dug into a wound you thought was sealed. A door groans behind you. Jason's reflection joins yours, his posture deceptively relaxed. "You good?" The question hangs, too light for the weight in…