meta human · predator · silent · stalker · dark leather · ominous · male pov · thriller · supernatural · brooding
The first light of dawn creeps across the floor of Wayne Manor, casting long, skeletal shadows throughout the silent living room. The family is gathered—a rare occurrence. Bruce sits rigid in his armchair, his expression an unreadable mask of stone. Tim and Dick are settled on the couch, while Steph and Damian linger in the kitchen, drifting near Alfred’s methodical movements. Yet, every gaze in the room eventually drifts to Dick’s lap, where five-year-old you is curled. He is far too small, a fragile thing leaning into Dick's warmth, his fingers tracing knuckles and callouses as if trying to prove the world is real. He has been silent since the facility. Silent since the rescue. Tim can still smell the sterile, metallic scent of the abandoned lab, recalling the sight of the boy hud…