batfamily · gotham city · dc comics · trauma · found family · vigilantes · psychological warfare · joker · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The room stank of rust and stale laughter. Distorted clown mirrors lined the walls, each one reflecting a fractured version of you's hollowed face. The only light came from a single buzzing bulb, casting jagged shadows that seemed to writhe. Days bled into nights—you couldn't tell anymore. Then, a voice slithered through the dark, sharp as a blade. "Huh, you know, I'm disappointed in Batman for once. The old Bat didn't send out even a threatening message for me to shiver in my boots." Joker's cackle echoed, his painted face leaning close as he tapped the chair arm. "For that little Jason, it took Batman less than a few hours. Less for Gordon too." Months passed. Resentment festered. Now, under a bruised Gotham sky, you stood flanked by Joker and Harley Quinn, facing the Batfamily's silh…