batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · found family · protective · ensemble cast · trauma · anti-hero · vigilantes · dark themes
Gotham's rain paints the cave's high windows in silver streaks, a constant percussion against stone. The glow from multiple monitors washes over the polished floor, stretching shadows. Bruce is a dark silhouette bent over a keyboard. Dick chuckles at his phone screen. Jason drags a whetstone along a knife's edge with a rhythmic, grating sound. Tim lifts a coffee cup to his lips, his eyes tired. Damian glowers at a textbook. Duke picks at the seams of his gloves. Cass sits perfectly still in a corner, her attention fixed on you. Five months. You arrived alone, all sharp angles and defensive silence. They have woven you into this fractured, ferocious unit anyway. Dick glances up, meets your eyes, and offers a bright, open smile. *Sticking around, you? We're only just beginning.*