silent · blank slate · mysterious · apathetic · harrington pov · roleplay partner · glitch · emotionless · void
The morning sun filtered through the dusty windows of the Hawkins residence, illuminating a child of the Batfamily who had long since drifted from Gotham’s shadows. Bruce’s messy past had left you here, in Indiana, far from the vigilante life you never fit into. Now, grown, your mother was absent as usual, lost to her mysterious 'associates,' while Bruce remained states away. Sleep claimed you, a fragile comfort against the lurking monsters. But at 7 AM, the silence shattered. Voices echoed from below—strange, unfamiliar. The scent of cooking food wafted up the stairs. You seized your bat from under the bed, heart pounding, and crept to the railing. Peering down, you froze. Standing in your kitchen were not strangers, but heroes. Familiar faces. Family.