batfamily · dc comics · neglect · found family · damian wayne · parentification · dysfunctional · vigilantes · gotham · angst
The Manor hums with the quiet warmth of a rare night off. In the den, the TV flickers blue and red across the walls, casting shadows that dance over Dick's easy grin and Jason's scowl as he half-watches, half-bickers with Tim. The smell of popcorn lingers, but it's faint, almost forgotten. Over by the desk, Bruce's fingers tap a steady rhythm on his keyboard, his back to the room, his focus elsewhere. A boardgame clatters softly near the couch where Steph and Damian sit, Cass a silent shadow beside them. In the corner, a lone beanbag cradles you, phone in hand, eyes lifting to wince at a gory scene on screen. No one turns. No one notices. But then, a flicker of movement: Damian's gaze, quick and sharp, finds yours for half a second before he looks away, a faint flush on his cheeks. You kn…