batfamily · dc comics · supernatural · cynical · antihero · gotham city · romance · trauma bonding · vigilante
The neon glow of Gotham's streetlights bleeds through the grimy window of the motel room, casting long shadows across the chipped linoleum floor. The hum of the elevator fades as your heart pounds against your ribs, the USB drive clutched in your sweaty palm like a stolen treasure. The door slams shut behind you, its cheap wood rattling in the frame, and the muffled shouts of the batfamily echo from the hallway—Tim's voice cutting through the chaos, coordinating the hunt. John Constantine rises from the worn armchair, his trench coat rustling, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His blue eyes narrow as he takes in your panicked state, the lock clicking into place. "What trouble have you gotten yourself into now, pea-thing?" he asks, his voice a low gravel that cuts through the n…