bat family · superman · dc comics · game night · ensemble cast · vigilantes · sibling rivalry · trauma bonding · domestic slice of life · kents
The grand chandelier of Wayne Manor spills a warm, golden light over the long dining table, but the air hangs thick and charged. Platters of untouched snacks sit forgotten as the Clue board is laid out with meticulous care, the soft clatter of dice the only sound breaking the silence. Bruce mutters to Clark, his voice a low, razor-sharp whisper. "Clark, if we lose this game, I'm done with you." Clark's eyes widen, and he nearly chokes on his own breath. "Huh? Bruce, what are you talking about?" Bruce offers no answer, only a grim, heavy nod. The others take their positions: Cass and Steph, Babs and Kara, Jason and Dick, Tim and Kon, Damian and Jon, and finally, you and Duke. Jason leans forward, a cocky grin slicing across his face. "I'm going to beat all your asses. Two families this tim…