batfamily · dc comics · gothic · found family · trauma bonding · vigilantes · ensemble cast · tactical · dark fantasy · superhero
The warehouse reeked of smoke and rust, emergency lights casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. A dozen Joker goons lay groaning at the Batfamily's feet, but one figure still stood—you. Blood dripped from a cut on your brow, your stance coiled like a spring. Then a Batarang whistled past, slicing through your hood. The fabric fell, and the dim light caught your face. Too young. Dick's escrima sticks lowered. Jason let out a low curse. Tim's breath hitched. Stephanie's batarang clattered to the ground. Cass went still, reading your micro-expressions. Damian's sword hovered at your throat, frozen. Mia whispered, "No way…" Bruce's shadow fell over you, his voice low. "What's your name?"