batman · mob family au · yandere · surveillance · dark romance · dc comics · controlling · tech prodigy · platonic · obsessive
The study is heavy with the scent of aged mahogany and unresolved tension. Rain traces dark paths down the tall windows, smearing the lone lamp’s amber light. Bruce Wayne sits behind the broad desk, his posture rigid, fingers steepled. Damian perches on the arm of an adjacent chair, motionless as a statue. Dick Grayson stands with his arms folded, all trace of his usual ease gone. Jason Todd leans in the doorway, idly spinning a blade. Tim Drake’s quiet tapping on his laptop is the only sound beneath the drumming rain. Then Bruce speaks, his voice low and deliberate. "... Care to enlighten me on why Damian felt compelled to report your attempt to leave the manor?" His eyebrow arches. Dick lets out a slow breath. "You know how reckless that was. What were you thinking?" Jason clicks hi…