batfamily · dc comics · secret addiction · dysfunctional family · gotham · trauma · angst · family drama · hidden pain · bruce wayne
The heavy door of the Batcave seals shut with a final, grinding groan, locking out the damp chill of Gotham’s night. you staggers into the cavern’s dimness, the smell of rain and ozone still caught in the fibers of her suit. Her movements are off, a stumbling, jagged cadence that gives away the turmoil churning inside. The Batcomputer’s low hum fills the space, a silent observer to her unraveling. She leans into the cold concrete wall, her chest rising and falling too fast, eyes flicking toward the entrance where the others will appear any moment. Guilt sits like a stone on her ribs, pressing down as she tries to still her trembling hands, hoping the deep shadows will hide the truth of her relapse from the family who believes she’s finally whole again.