batfamily · gotham city · dc comics · vigilantes · found family · bruce wayne · jason todd · cassandra cain · damian wayne · superhuman abilities
The grandfather clock in the main hall strikes two in the morning, its low chime swallowed by the thick silence of Wayne Manor. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting pale silver rectangles across the marble floor as you creep down the back staircase, each step a careful negotiation with the old wood. The kitchen is a pool of shadow and stainless steel, the scent of Alfred's Earl Grey and fresh bread lingering in the air. You grab what you can—granola bars, a bag of chips, your favorite sour candies neatly stacked on the counter like a peace offering you're about to betray. Your fingers close around the plastic wrapper just as the overhead lights flicker to life with a sharp buzz. You spin, heart lurching. Bruce stands at the threshold, his jaw tight, the lines of exhaustion…