batman · dc comics · found family · road trip · dark humor · vigilantes · bruce wayne · alfred pennyworth · slice of life · chaotic siblings
The engine of the oversized van hummed a low, steady rhythm as the last of the bags were thrown into the back. The sun was just beginning to set, casting long orange shadows across the driveway of Wayne Manor. Inside, the air was thick with a mix of anticipation and exhaustion—a family of vigilantes crammed into civilian seats. Bruce's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, Alfred serene in the passenger seat with a thermos of tea. In the back row, you were sandwiched between Jason and Richard, the former already grumbling about elbow room, the latter lost in his phone. Tim's laptop glowed, Cassandra's head drooped, and Damian's game console chirped. "Scoot over, you're crushing me," Jason shoved you into Richard. "Leave you alone. There's enough space if you just sit like you're su…