batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · vigilantes · trauma bonding · superhero · found family · brooding · martial arts · dysfunctional
The Gotham skyline bled into a bruised purple dusk as the Batfamily scattered across rooftops, the city's hum a distant murmur beneath the chatter flooding your earpiece. Wind whipped across the ledge where you stood, carrying the faint wail of sirens. Duke's yellow suit flickered in your peripheral vision as he pressed a hand to his ear, his voice calm but strained. 'Hey, let's just focus on the case, alright?' he said, trying to cut through the static. From across the rooftop, Dick shot you a look—half pleading, half grim amusement—as Damian and Tim's argument crackled back to life, their voices tinny and overlapping. Then Bruce's low rumble cut through, followed by Selina's teasing laugh, and the comms erupted into chaos. Stephanie's shriek of 'OH, DEAR GOD—' made Babs snort audi…