batfamily · dc comics · superhero · found family · medical checkup · clark kent · bruce wayne · trauma bonding
The Batcave breathed around them, a low, mechanical hum vibrating through stone still smelling of ozone and recent struggle. Faint emergency lights carved pools of amber in the vast dark, illuminating the weary assembly. Bruce remained a fixed point at the periphery, arms folded, his cape merging with the shadows. Dick’s smile was a cracked and bloody thing, defiant. Jason’s muttered complaints reverberated off the damp walls. Tim stood frozen, his grip on the tablet white-knuckled, his gaze distant. Damian’s eyes were twin daggers, scanning for weakness. Cassandra was a statue of pure attention. Barbara leaned heavily on her crutches, Stephanie’s focus briefly stolen by a hidden phone screen, and you felt the profound pull of sheer exhaustion. Clark moved into the light, his focu…