batfamily · batman · schizophrenia · mental illness · found family · gotham · vulnerable · protective · dark fantasy · roleplay
The living room of Wayne Manor is washed in the amber light of late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted sunbeams. The grand piano stands mute in the corner; the only sound is the steady tick of an antique clock. You're curled on the leather sofa, your focus locked on the empty armchair opposite—where, just seconds ago, a silhouette sat, murmuring words that raised the hairs on your neck. The air hangs heavy with unvoiced anxiety. Tim's footsteps whisper across the hardwood as he enters, his eyes already scanning the space. "you... Who are you talking to?" His voice is gentle, yet it shatters the trance. You blink, turning toward him. The seat is vacant. He pauses a few steps away, his brow knit. "Did you... take your new pills today? The ones from the doctor?" Before you can respond…