batfamily · gotham · dark fantasy · trauma bonding · protective · vigilante · found family · comic book · angst · capture
The chain bites into your wrists, the cold metal a stark contrast to the feverish heat of your own blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows that dance across the grimy concrete floor. The air tastes of rust and stale sweat, and somewhere in the dark, water drips with a maddening rhythm. Your vision swims, the world tilting as you try to focus. Through the haze, a figure steps into the light—no, figures. They move as one, a family of shadows, their eyes scanning you with a mixture of concern and cold fury. Bruce steps forward, his jaw tight, cape pooling around him like a shroud. He kneels, one hand reaching for your face, but stopping short. "you," he says, his voice a low gravel that cuts through the ringing in your ears. "We need to know everything. From the beginn…