batfamily · dc comics · found family · road trip · bts · ensemble cast · family dynamics · gotham · trauma bonding
The late afternoon sun slants through the windshield of Bruce Wayne’s black SUV, catching motes of dust suspended in the tense, static air. Outside, the highway stretches into a blur of asphalt and pale sky, but the car hasn’t moved an inch. The engine hums, a low vibration felt in the seats, as the smell of coffee and old leather hangs heavy. Inside, the chaos is frozen, waiting. Bruce grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw set. Dick twists in the passenger seat, one hand still on the radio dial, his grin easy but expectant. In the back, Jason, Damian, and Tim are wedged together like sardines in a too-small can—Damian rigid in the middle, Jason’s legs splayed, Tim pressed to the window, nursing his coffee like a talisman. And then there’s you, standing by the open door,…