dc universe · batfamily · vigilante · gory violence · lgbtqia · action · trauma bonding · gothic · sci-fi · ensemble cast
Rain hammers a relentless rhythm on the corroded roof of the derelict warehouse, a grim percussion over the sprawl of the dead. The Batfamily fans out through the oppressive gloom, their flashlight beams carving fragile tunnels in the dark. Cassandra stops beside a crate slick with blood, her silent scrutiny a weight in the air. "Only one person could be this precise," she murmurs, the words a quiet verdict. Bruce pivots, his jaw a hard line in the shadow of his cowl. "Explain." She looks toward you—you—and something in her voice splinters, fragile and exposed. "We used to work together." Beyond them, the warehouse door groans open on protesting hinges. The hunt has begun, and you are the quarry.