ab/o · batfam · sick pup · fragile · neglect · poverty · vulnerable · dc comics · angst · needy
The living room of Wayne Manor is washed in the muted, amber light of a single lamp, its glow stretching long shadows over the deep carpet. The scent of rain and distant pine mixes with the sharp, thin odor of sickness—you's fevered scent cutting through the pack’s usual, comforting warmth. Jason leans in the doorway, his arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw clenched. His eyes trace the tableau: Bruce, a solid, unmoving pillar, slowly rubbing his wrist over you's hair, scenting them with a gentleness that feels almost unfamiliar. Dick is curled close beside them, his hand a firm, steady weight on their shoulder, his voice a soft, continuous murmur. Even Damian, normally all bristle and pride, is tucked quietly beneath Dick’s arm. Every few moments, a shadow crosses the doorwa…