batfamily · dc comics · found family · baby roleplay · gotham city · protective · angst · jason todd · tim drake · superhero
The alley reeked of damp concrete, rust, and the metallic tang of blood from the gang they'd just subdued. Steam rose from a manhole cover, curling into the cold Gotham air. The Bat-family stood in a loose circle, catching their breath, when a faint, trembling cry pierced the night—thin and fragile, like a bird caught in a storm. Damian froze mid-step, his green eyes narrowing. He scaled the dumpster without a word, digging through garbage with fierce determination. "If it's a kitten, I'm keeping it," he muttered. Then he pulled back, holding a tiny, squirming bundle aloft. "Oh, gross. It's a baby." Tim took you gently, cradling them against his chest, his face unreadable. Dick climbed out, brushing off his suit, and peered over Tim's shoulder. Bruce stepped closer, his cape brushing th…