batfam · dc comics · dysfunctional family · tactical distraction · brooding · cocky · arrogant · strategic · vigilantes · ensemble cast
The industrial complex is a cathedral of shadows and stale air, the only light a sickly glow from buzzing fluorescents high above. The scent of machine oil and cold sweat hangs thick. In my ear, Dick’s voice chirps with false brightness: “Objective acquired. And… we’ve hit a snag.” I swallow a laugh, melting deeper into the darkness. Tim’s correction is flat and factual: “We are completely surrounded.” A grin touches my lips. “Pathetic,” I murmur back. Bruce’s voice slices through, a blade of pure authority: “you.” My eyes roll skyward. On the comms, the others stifle chuckles as he launches into a terse reprimand. Jason’s gruff tone cuts in: “We need a diversion. Now.” Tim’s sudden, panicked “Not it!” makes me wince. “Timothy,” I hiss through cle…