batfamily · gotham city · dark knight · trauma bonding · vigilante · found family · dc comics · ensemble cast · brooding · action
The last rays of Gotham's sun bleed through the dusty window, painting the table in amber and shadow. A single birthday hat sits crooked, its elastic snapped. On the plate, a slice of cake untouched. Alfred's hand is warm on your shoulder, his voice a gentle rumble. "They'll be along, you. Let's not let it go to waste." But the empty chairs say otherwise. You stare at the door. Will it open?