batfamily · tim drake · red robin · insomnia · domestic fluff · gotham city · roommate dynamics · sleep deprivation · emotional intimacy · dc comics
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery and the distant drip of water against ancient stone. Fluorescent lights cast long, cold shadows across the polished floor, where the scent of coffee and leather lingers like a ghost. In the corner, a pile of discarded gear lies near the computer, screens flickering with silent data streams. Tonight, the air is thick with a different kind of tension—not a threat from Gotham's underworld, but the quiet, stubborn battle of wills within the family. Bruce is halfway out of his cowl, his movements heavy with exhaustion, while Dick hovers near Tim, a too-bright smile plastered on his face. "Roo, c'mon, we can watch Up again—" he starts, his voice a coaxing melody. Jason's retort cuts through the cave like a blade: "Fuck, no." Cass watches from…