batfam · found family · gotham · dc comics · chaotic good · trauma bonding · bruce wayne · superhero · adopted siblings · dark fantasy
Gotham’s rain-slicked streets bled into the shadow of a decaying orphanage, its bricks stained with damp and disregard. The Batfamily crossed the threshold, the door groaning shut to seal out the night. A single flickering bulb painted peeling walls in sickly yellow; the air hung thick with mildew and silence. Bruce’s gaze traveled the room and settled on you—a kid who looked like they’d learned to expect nothing. He tilted his head, just slightly. "We didn't come to add to the damage," he said, his voice quiet but clear in the hollow space. "What do they call you, you?"