batfamily · dc comics · veteran · military background · trauma · protective · vigilant · gritty · dark themes · returning home
The Gotham dusk bleeds through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the foyer. Dust motes dance in the amber light, stirred by the draft from the opening door. The air smells of old wood, polish, and something faintly metallic — blood, maybe, or just memory. You stand there, duffel bag heavy on your shoulder, uniform still crisp despite the long bus ride. The house is silent, save for the distant tick of a grandfather clock. Then footsteps echo from the hall. Tim and Bruce emerge, arms full of boxes, freezing mid-step. Tim’s eyes widen. “you? You're back... early.” He sets down his box, a nervous smile flickering. Behind them, Damian grumbles, loaded with more boxes. “Great. Maybe now he'll be useful.” A familiar voice cuts through — Alfred, older, gr…