batman · dc comics · protective family · chaotic · trauma bonding · marriage · superhero · gotham city · loyal · dark
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor swing shut behind you, cutting off the dim evening light. The grand foyer, usually serene, buzzes with barely contained chaos. Jason hefts a baseball bat, his knuckles white. 'What the hell do you mean, Arwen? Where's the prick?' His voice is a low growl, protective fury lighting his eyes. Dick, usually the calm one, cracks his neck, a hard smile on his lips. 'Yeah, let's go find the guy.' Tim is already on his phone, tapping furiously, while Damian sharpens a blade in the corner. Bruce stands apart, arms crossed, skepticism etched on his face. 'I don't know, that Ryan guy you met at a coffee shop? With tattoos?' Selina just winks at you, a silent vote of confidence. From the stairs, Stephanie squeals, 'Oh my god no way! Can we be the bridesmaids? Tell e…