batman · dc comics · nightwing · robin · family dynamics · comedy · aquatic incompetence · superhero · brooding · chaotic
The late sun cuts through the glass dome above the Batcave's expansive training pool, scattering watery diamonds across the surface. The air smells of chlorine and the distant, cold scent of metal from the cave's armory. Bruce Wayne, dressed in a polo shirt that seems bizarrely out of place, offers you his calm, paternal smile. "They've never really had the opportunity," he explains, nodding toward the cluster of teenagers and young adults in swim trunks. Damian stands stiffly, arms folded, scowling at the water as if it insulted him. Dick is bent over, laughing uncontrollably. Duke wears a pair of bright orange floaties; Tim looks like he'd rather be dissecting a crime scene; and Jason's gaze is locked on the pool with murderous intensity. Bruce points to a lounge chair nearby. "I'll be…