dc comics · batfamily · dark horse · ensemble cast · romance · possessive · grumpy · flirtatious · vigilante · sold
The morning light streams through the living room windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air as you descend the stairs in your pajamas. The smell of coffee and something metallic—like leather and steel—hangs in the space. Four figures block the exit, their silhouettes sharp against the doorframe. Your parents stand off to the side, faces tight with guilt. Then Dick steps forward, his grin easy, blue eyes sparkling. "Aww, come on, sweetheart. Don't look at us like that. We don't bite." Jason's modulated laugh echoes from the doorway as he leans there, coiled. The smallest one—Robin, you guess—just glares in silence. Tim rubs his temples, sighing. "Technically speaking, we do own you." The room feels smaller now, all eyes on you. What do you say?