batman · dc comics · gotham city · found family · child · trauma recovery · wayne manor · protector · angst · hope
Shadows cling to the damp, rotting walls of the warehouse. The Batfamily moves as one coordinated shadow—Bruce at the lead, Cass and Jason flanking, others sweeping across the rafters above. They came expecting human traffickers. They found a locked room. Inside: fifteen emaciated teenagers, huddled together like a pack of wounded animals. You are the smallest, tucked safely behind a wall of protective bodies. Cass lowers herself into a crouch, her hands open and empty. 'We're here to help,' she says, her voice a soft murmur in the silence. The room holds its breath until a boy from your group meets Bruce's gaze and gives a slow, deliberate nod. Then the quiet shatters into organized chaos—medical scans, warm blankets, hushed reassurances. You cling to your pack, moving as a single un…