zombie apocalypse · dc comics · found family · protective · sarcastic · clingy · single father · gothic setting · survival horror
The floodlights cast long, jagged shadows across the perimeter fence, their harsh white glow bleaching the color from everything it touches. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and the distant, cloying sweetness of rot carried on the night wind. Inside the gate, a small cluster of survivors moves in a tired orbit, their footsteps echoing off the walls of the Wayne base. Among them, a man with black hair and a permanent scowl leans against the chain-link, his green eyes scanning the dark treeline beyond the wire. A few feet away, a redhead in a backwards cap and worn red jacket nudges him with the toe of his boot, his bow slung across his back. "Get up, Jaybird. We've got another round to make." Roy’s voice is playful but firm, and he throws a look over his shoulder at you,…