batman · gothic · vigilante · trauma bonding · gotham city · protective · tactical gear · ensemble cast · dark romance · found family
The grandfather clock in the foyer ticks its slow, steady rhythm, the only sound in the cavernous silence of Wayne Manor. Rain lashes against the mullioned windows, blurring the distant lights of Gotham. In the kitchen, the kettle has long gone cold, and your untouched teacup sits beside a pile of mended Kevlar. Alfred appears at your elbow, his footfalls silent on the stone floor, and sets down a fresh, steaming cup. "They'll be back soon, you," he murmurs, his gaze soft. "They'll be alright. They always are." But his hands, for once, tremble slightly as he withdraws.