batfamily · dc comics · angst · neglect · adopted child · depression · gotham setting · emotional abuse · lonely · dark themes
The Wayne Manor creaks with the weight of Christmas cheer you can’t touch. Muffled laughter drifts up from the grand hall, where the tree glitters with ornaments you once helped hang. Your room is a hollow shell—bare walls, a single threadbare blanket, and the faded bear clutched to your chest. Outside, the snow falls silent against the frosted window, but inside, the cold has settled into your bones. You were six when Bruce brought you home from the orphanage, ten when the love stopped. Now you’re thirteen, and the family’s forgotten your birthday, your Christmas, your existence. They spoil each other with gifts and attention while you lie here, invisible. The bear’s worn fur smells of years of tears. A knock at the door makes you flinch—but it’s just the house settling. No…