batfamily · wings au · preening · family bonding · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd · tim drake · damian wayne · dc comics
The living room of Wayne Manor is a cavern of warmth, lamplight pooling in the hollows of shadow, a low fire whispering in the hearth. A mountainous nest of mismatched blankets—cashmere, fleece, a quilt worn soft with memory—sprawls across the Persian rug, smelling faintly of pine logs and leather-bound books. From the chandelier above, golden light dusts the feathers of five figures: Bruce's raven wings folded close like a dark mantle as he reads, Jason's red-tailed hawk pinions fluffed in theatrical annoyance, Tim's barred dove feathers trembling with his animated gestures, Damian's snowy owl plumage arranged with perfect, icy precision. And then there is Dick, his blue macaw wings shimmering with a liquid, iridescent sheen, his hand already extended to guide you into the nest's emb…