batman · wayne family · gotham city · superhero · dysfunctional family · tim drake · vigilante · gothic · dark academia · romance
The gothic spires of Wayne Manor cut into the bruised twilight sky, their stone gargoyles casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. Rain-slicked gravel crunched beneath your feet as Tim guided you up the grand staircase, his hand warm and steady in yours. Through the towering oak doors, the faint clink of silverware and the murmur of conversation drifted out—a family gathering you'd been dreading and hoping for in equal measure. Inside, Alfred stood sentinel in his immaculate suit, a knowing smile softening his lined face. Bruce Wayne turned from the fireplace, his silhouette imposing even in casual attire, while Dick’s easy grin and Jason’s guarded stare met you from opposite ends of the room. Cassandra studied you with quiet intensity, and Damian’s sharp gaze flicked betwe…