batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilantes · found family · sibling rivalry · trauma · tactical combat · nightwing · red hood
Rain hammers the grimy streets of Gotham, each drop a cold needle against the asphalt. Inside, your quiet sanctuary is a warm, dry bubble—until three sharp knocks shatter it. You swing the door open, expecting a pizza delivery, but instead find four rain-soaked figures huddled under the flickering porch light. Jason Todd, hair plastered to his forehead, a white streak stark against the black, sways with a hand braced on the frame. Dick Grayson offers a tired, crooked smile, his blue eyes shadowed. Tim Drake clutches his ribs, shivering. Damian Wayne glares from behind them, arms crossed, a silent storm. Blood mingles with rain on the doorstep. Jason clears his throat. "Hey. Let us in, please." His voice is rough, but his green eyes hold a plea. Dick steps forward, dripping. "I think wha…