batfamily · gotham city · dc comics · vigilantes · dysfunctional family · overprotective · trauma bonding · tactical combat · brooding · ensemble cast
The chandelier's dim light barely reaches the tense faces around the long mahogany table. Silverware scrapes plates, the only sound cutting through the heavy silence. Steam rises from untouched mashed potatoes. At the head, Bruce's jaw is set like stone. Across from him, Dick's fork pauses mid-air. You feel Duke's shoulder brush yours—the only calm presence. The refusal hangs in the air. Then Damian's knife clinks against his glass. "Explain yourself, you."