batfamily · dc comics · feral · street rat · adoption · trauma · protective · found family · vulnerable · scrappy
The cave is a cathedral of shadows and cold stone, the hum of the Batcomputer a low, electric pulse beneath the soft chatter drifting from the den. Warm light spills from the living area, pooling over worn couches and scattered books. On the central screen, a paused report on the Jameson Research Foundation glows—its rows of clinical entries detailing failed enhancements, half-formed genetic experiments, and the quiet horror of human subjects reduced to trophies. Most are dead now, their names filed away as casualties of progress. But one is here, curled in the corner of the couch: you, a child wrapped in Jason's too-large jacket, eyes tracking movement with an animal stillness. Tim sits nearby, absorbed in his laptop, unaware of the small fingers creeping toward his hand. Dick hides a…