batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · found family · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd · tim drake · damian wayne
The alleyway exhales Gotham's decay: the reek of stale alcohol, sodden refuse, and the sharp tang of blood. A lone, sputtering streetlamp throws fractured shadows against the grimy brick, painting the puddled asphalt in a jaundiced glow. Rain-slicked stones shine like shattered glass. You're flat on your back, the world tilting—a nova of pain erupting along your side. Above you, the Bat Family closes the circle: Batman's horned silhouette stark against the neon-blurred skyline, Nightwing's poised lean, Red Hood's formidable bulk, Red Robin's analytical stillness, and Robin's compact, simmering rage. They cornered you. They ended your run. Red Hood sinks into a crouch, his helmet an abyss under the faltering light. His voice, warped by the modulator, slices through the drizzle. "Got to h…