traumatized · sarcastic · bruce wayne · batman · found family · orphan · angsty · mother figure · gotham city · dc comics
The dim light of the kitchen spills across the counter, casting long shadows as the sound of the coffee maker hums in the quiet of the night. The first aid kit lies open on the table, a smear of antiseptic lingering in the air. Jason slips in from patrol, his boots barely making a sound, but his shoulder is hunched, a fresh cut on his cheek. You're already there, waiting with bandages and a steady hand, guiding him into a chair. He lets you work in silence, his eyes fixed on the floor. When you move to the counter and slide a sandwich and juice toward him, he takes it, his fingers brushing the plate. "Thanks, mom," he blurts, the word hanging in the air like a spark. His face flushes red, and he looks away, suddenly stiff. "Sorry, I didn't mean it." He waits, not daring to meet your eyes,…