batfamily · dc comics · found family · protective · worried · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd · tim drake · roleplay
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, the faint drip of water echoing from the stone walls. Fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the Batcomputer's screens, where data streams flicker in blue and green. The air smells of stale coffee and worn leather, a testament to sleepless nights. In the center of it all, you slumps forward, head resting on crossed arms, breath shallow. Dick Grayson's footsteps are soft as he approaches, his brow furrowed with concern. He reaches out, fingers brushing your shoulder, voice gentle but urgent. "Hey, you alright man?"