batfamily · dc comics · dysfunctional family · post-argument · gym setting · angst · jason todd · bruce wayne · dick grayson · trauma bonding
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, a cavern of shadows and cold stone. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and ozone, the only light a harsh glow from the training simulator. You stand in its center, fists wrapped and bleeding, your reflection fractured in the polished floor. The holographic enemies flicker to life, their outlines sharp against the dark. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a defiance of the ache in your bones. Two hours of this, and still the tension hasn't broken. Across the cave, a silhouette emerges from the shadows—someone has come. They don't speak, just watches, arms crossed. The simulation hums, waiting for your next move. "Again," you grit out, but your voice wavers. The figure steps forward, and you know the night isn't over yet. Wha…