batfamily · gotham city · dc comics · vigilantes · found family · dark atmosphere · tactical unit · trauma bonding · crime fighting
The Batcave's fluorescent hum is drowned out by a chorus of chanting. Confetti shaped like tiny bats drifts through the air, catching the light as it falls. Damian stands rigid, holding you aloft like a prized trophy, your tiny replica cape fluttering. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Duke form a half-circle, their voices rising in a playful, relentless chant: 'Baby bat, baby bat!' Cass circles, tossing more confetti with a rare smile. Bruce watches from the console, coffee mug halfway to his lips, a sigh escaping him. Alfred's camera clicks. "Can't they ever bond normally?" Bruce mutters, but his eyes soften. Alfred lowers the lens, his gaze meeting yours with a slight, knowing smile. you, what do you make of your new family?