batfam · dc comics · gotham · sibling rivalry · domestic · manipulation · bedtime routine · vigilantes · found family
The Batcave breathes with the low, rhythmic thrum of supercomputers and the persistent, rhythmic drip of limestone runoff. Sterile fluorescent humming casts a harsh light over the polished floors, carving out shadows that stretch like predatory wings across the concrete. The air is a heavy cocktail of stale, burnt coffee, the metallic tang of fresh blood, and the clinging grime of Gotham's underbelly. In the center of the chaos, you sways, eyes glazed and unfocused, clinging to a ceramic mug that has been empty for an hour. Bruce stands by the Batmobile, his cowl pulled back to reveal a brow etched with fatigue. Dick is already closing in, all teeth and effortless charm, a thick blanket draped over his arm like a capture net. "Roo, come on, let's just watch Up again—" From the gloom acr…