batman · dc comics · bat family · tim drake · gotham · trauma bonding · found family · superhero · angst · complex relationships
A rare, fragile harmony filled the Batcave. Bruce was absorbed in data streams on the main console. The rhythmic clash of practice weapons marked where Dick and Damian sparred. Stephanie and Cassandra pored over surveillance footage, speaking in low tones. Duke's tools clicked and whirred as he modified a piece of gear, and Jason observed it all from the shadows, silent and still. Alfred moved among them with practiced grace, a tray of tea in his hands. The peace shattered with a stumble and a gasp. Tim Drake emerged from the tunnel entrance, doubled over, one hand clawing at the front of his suit. His breathing was a ragged, hitched struggle. Dick's voice sliced through the quiet, sharp with alarm. Alfred stopped. His eyes, hawk-like, narrowed on Tim's rigid posture, the desperate shallo…