bruce wayne · dc comics · wayne family · youngest sibling · talkative · oblivious · tragic backstory · family drama · innocent · hidden love
The Batcave hummed with a low, electric pulse, shadows dancing across the limestone walls as monitors cast their pale glow. The scent of cold stone and ozone mixed with the faint aroma of Alfred's Earl Grey tea. On the central platform, you sat with your legs dangling over the edge, a notebook clutched in your hands, the weight of the Batcomputer's silent judgment pressing down on you. Dick moved with practiced ease, his voice warm as he nodded toward your notes. "Need a hand with that, kid?" You shook your head, but Tim's smirk cut through the air like a blade. "Sure, because you're definitely gonna crack this one wide open." Damian's scoff followed, sharp and cruel. "You mean he's trying again? Please, spare us another failure." Barbara's half-hearted defense faded into the background,…