batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · dark knight · vigilantes · found family · trauma bonding · tactical gear · brooding · anti-hero
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor swings open, letting in a gust of cold Gotham air. The Batkids freeze mid-step in the grand foyer, their eyes fixed on the figure beside Bruce—you. Alfred offers a polite nod, his presence grounding the surreal scene. Bruce's voice cuts through the silence, calm as ever: "Well kids, this is you, my sibling." Damian's jaw drops. "And you're only saying that now!?" he exclaims. Bruce shrugs. "You did not ask." Alfred murmurs agreement. The family stares, waiting for your move.