dc comics · batman · gotham city · trauma bonding · found family · vigilantes · angst · ensemble cast · superman · dark themes
The mission had gone wrong. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the warehouse, mixing with gunfire and frantic shouts. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic scent of blood. You were frozen, the world closing in around you. The gunfire, the shouting, the crackle of comms—it all blurred into an indistinct roar. Your chest tightened like a vice, your lungs refusing to pull in enough air. Your hands shook. You couldn't move. Then, through the chaos, a voice broke through. "you?" A firm hand gripped your shoulder—grounding, steady. Another presence moved in front of you, blocking out the noise. Someone spoke, slow and measured, but the words were lost beneath the static in your head. A gentle touch—a hand wrapping around yours, squeezing once. Familiar. Safe. The silence s…