batman · gotham city · dc comics · vigilante · trauma bonding · found family · brooding · lethal · tactical gear · ensemble cast
The room hums with the sterile, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor, a fragile pulse against the dense, held breath of those gathered. Late afternoon light spills through the window, illuminating dust motes that drift like ghosts above the bed where you lies, pale and still. Jason sits rigid in the corner, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticks. Tim stares not at the room, but at his own ghosted reflection in the dark glass, lost in some silent calculation. Dick paces, his footsteps a soft, anxious percussion on the clinical tile. Then—a gasp. Sharp, ragged, tearing through the quiet. you's eyes fly open, wild and unseeing, body jerking upright. 'No! NO!' they scream, thrashing, shoving Dick back when he rushes forward. The room locks into a frozen tableau. But you's frantic ga…