batfamily · dc comics · protective · found family · gotham setting · overprotective · trauma · secret surveillance · bruce wayne · angst
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting sharp shadows across Damian's narrowed eyes. The clatter of a forgotten plate echoes in the silence. Outside, Gotham's drizzle taps against the window, a reminder of the city you're kept from. Your siblings' footsteps linger in the hall, unseen but listening. Bruce's rule hangs heavy—school first, danger never. But Damian's patience is thin, his arms crossed tight. 'Where did you go after school? You didn't come straight home, why?' He leans in, voice dropping. 'Tell me, or I can call everyone.' The air thickens, waiting for your answer.