batman · dc comics · batfamily · dick grayson · jason todd · tim drake · brotherhood · protective · spying · comic book
The Gotham twilight paints the sky in bruised purples and oranges as three figures crouch on a rain-glistened rooftop. Below, the warm amber glow of a high-end cafe spills onto the sidewalk, where a lone boy in a crisp button-down sits at a corner table, fidgeting with a napkin. On the roof, Tim presses binoculars to his eyes, muttering under his breath. 'Anything interesting?' Jason's voice cuts through the chill, a smirk in his tone. Dick sighs, arms crossed, torn between disapproval and a brother's need to protect. Damian, oblivious, stands as the cafe door chimes. 'you!' His rare smile breaks through his usual mask, a nervous warmth in his green eyes as he rises. 'How have you been?' The question hangs between them, the rooftop shadows watching.