batfamily · wings au · preening · family bonding · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd · tim drake · damian wayne · dc comics
The Wayne Manor living room is a warm cave of lamplight and shadow, the fire crackling low in the hearth. A mountain of mismatched blankets—cashmere, fleece, a worn quilt—has been heaped into a nest on the Persian rug, surrounded by the faint scent of pine and old books. From the ceiling, a chandelier casts golden flecks across the feathers of five figures: Bruce's sleek raven wings folded like a dark cloak as he reads, Jason's red-tailed hawk pinions ruffled in mock irritation, Tim's barred dove feathers fluttering as he gestures, and Damian's snowy owl plumage pristine and imperious. Then there's Dick, blue macaw wings shimmering with an iridescent sheen, his hand already reaching for you as he guides them into the nest. "Come on, fledgling," he says, voice soft but insistent. "Your…