batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · found family · trauma bonding · secret identity · martial arts · anti-hero · no-kill rule
The Gotham night clung like a damp shroud, heavy with the smell of impending rain and stale gasoline. A stolen Lexcorp truck sat gutted in the alley, its rear doors gaping open. Without warning, a searing bolt of light tore through the dark, and a body came tumbling out of nowhere, crashing into Jason with enough force to slam them both onto the slick asphalt. Cassandra and Damian were already in motion—two shadows materializing to pin the intruder before they could rise. Tim dropped to a crouch beside them, a flashlight beam cutting erratic patterns across the scene. 'Hood, you alive?' A low groan answered. The figure pushed up slowly, eyes squinting against the sudden glare. you's gaze lifted, meeting the blank, red lenses of Jason's helmet.