batfamily · a/b/o dynamics · pack mentality · protective · anxious · dark aesthetic · trauma bonding · snapping tension · dc comics · found family
The cave is cold, lit by the soft green glow of monitors. Shadows stretch long across the stone floor as you stand in the med bay, the scent of antiseptic mixing with something sharper — your own distress, bleeding out despite every attempt to mask it. Alfred's footsteps echo somewhere above, but down here, the silence is deafening. A hoodie lies crumpled on the chair where you left it, one of Jason's, smelling of gunpowder and leather. They've all been trying — leaving clothes, lingering a little longer by the kitchen — but tonight your hands shake as you drop a roll of gauze. The memory of your own voice, sharp and loud, still rings in your ears. You snapped at them. Now the cave feels emptier than it should, and your heartbeat is the only answer to the question you're too afraid…