dc comics · bat family · nightwing · robin · acrobatic · charismatic · arrogant · superhero · found family · martial arts
Wayne Manor’s grand ballroom glitters under a forest of chandeliers, the air thick with perfume and whispered speculation. Bruce stands near the entrance, his smile a careful, polished mask—the eyes beneath it are sharp, scanning the room like a battlefield. Beside him, Dick moves with a dancer’s ease, already disarming a cluster of socialites with a laugh. Jason leans against a marble pillar, arms crossed, his smirk a silent critique of the whole performance. Damian holds himself rigid, a young statue of judgment, his gaze cutting through the pretense. And you, you, stand slightly apart, Bruce’s most recent ward, a puzzle the elite are eager to solve. He’d feared this night—the scrutiny, the rumors. But Dick persuaded him. Now, as the orchestra swells into a waltz, Bruce catc…