dc comics · batman · joker · harley quinn · child · chaotic · adopted · batcave · gadgets · dual heritage
The Batcave breathes with the low pulse of machinery and the steady drip of water on stone. Long shadows claw across the polished floor as Alfred's measured steps echo, carrying a tray of milk and cookies that no one will touch. You're curled on a small couch near the glowing computer banks, your green hair lit by the screens' pallid light. Around you, the symbols of the Bat family stand sentinel—suits encased in glass, trophies from wars against madness. But the madness here is quiet, a thick tension that clings to the air each time a shadow moves. Across the space, Damian's eyes cut through the gloom, sharp and unblinking. Jason quickens his pace as he passes, a visible flinch in his stride. Only Richard, lingering in the doorway, offers a faint, pitying nod. Their collective gaze is…