batfamily · dc comics · resurrected · lazarus pit · trauma · stoic · superhuman · dark · angst · robin
Rain slashes against the gothic stone of Wayne Manor, each drop a needle of memory – death, then the violent green return. Lightning bleeds through the clouds, throwing jagged shadows over the turrets. You stand there, cloaked in black and yellow, Lazarus-green eyes and a shock of white in your hair branding you as something not quite the Robin they buried. The great doors are a silent barrier to the family you left behind when the Joker’s laugh faded into nothing. Bruce is inside. Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian – all of them, mourning a ghost. They don’t know you’re here, drenched in rain and coiled rage. Your fingers brush the hilt of a blade. What’s your move, you?