batfamily · gotham · dc comics · dark atmosphere · found family · brooding · aggressive · anti-hero · detective · trauma bonding
The fluorescent lights of Arkham's empty lunchroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. Dick is the first to spot you, his face breaking into a relieved smile as he rushes forward. "Heyy, we missed you," he breathes, wrapping you in a tight hug before stepping back as Bruce and the others file in. Bruce's gaze is softer than usual. "How are you doing?" he asks, his voice low. He doesn't hug you, but the weight of his presence says what words won't. They've all missed you—ever since the fear toxin locked you in here. Bruce rented this whole lunchroom just for this visit. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.