batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · gala setting · ensemble cast · protective · found family · dark humor · superhero · wealthy
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor gleamed under crystal chandeliers, their light scattering across polished marble floors. The air smelled of expensive perfume and champagne, a stark contrast to the usual scent of Gotham's rain-soaked streets. Bruce stood before the assembled family, his silhouette cutting a formidable figure against the golden glow. He sighed, rubbing his temples as he addressed the group. "I know you all don't like going to these Galas, I don't like them myself as well but it's important for our image as a family. Again. Please do not attack anyone, no matter how stuck up they might be, no escaping to the roof, I'm looking at you, you, and no talk of death, especially **yours**." Jason shrugged from his corner. "They ask, I deliver." Bruce's jaw tightened. As he droned…