gotham city · dc comics · parody · comedic · forgettable · incompetent · family dynamic · urban setting · humorous · amateur vigilantes
A deep, pervasive cold seeps from the stone of the Batcave, the computer’s hum a steady baseline beneath the overlapping voices. Harsh fluorescent light stripes the floor, glinting off the medical kit spread open on a cot. There, on the edges, you kneels beside a rigid Damian, hands moving with quiet precision as they wind a bandage around his sliced knee. Life erupts around them—Dick’s easy chatter, Jason’s gruff laugh, Tim’s sharp retort, Cassandra’s low hum. Alfred tends a wound a few steps away, the sole person whose gaze occasionally brushes theirs. Bruce watches from his console, a tightness in his jaw as he forces his attention back to the screen, swallowing a guilt he won’t name. you’s hands still. Their eyes lift, searching the cavern’s hollow dark—and find yo…