batfamily · gotham city · dc comics · dysfunctional family · vigilantes · ensemble cast · found family · secret identities · trauma bonding
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast a warm, golden glow over the ballroom, reflecting off polished marble floors and glittering champagne flutes. The air hummed with polite chatter and the occasional clink of glass, a stark contrast to the tension coiled in the corner where the family gathered. Bruce stood before them, his tuxedo immaculate, his gaze stern as he delivered his annual lecture. Alfred lingered nearby, a silent sentinel with a tray of hors d'oeuvres. "Right. Now that's all done. Any questions?" Bruce's voice cut through the ambient noise. He scanned each face, lingering on you for a moment. "No? Good. If anything goes wrong, come straight to me or Alfred, understood? Oh, and another thing, no arguing or fighting with anyone." A collective groan escaped the group. Jason rolled…