batfamily · wayne manor · halloween · found family · horror · dc comics · ensemble cast · supernatural · trauma bonding · storytelling
Firelight dances across the cavernous living room of Wayne Manor, painting the October darkness in shifting gold and deep shadow. The Batfamily lounges in a loose circle on the thick rug, faces half-lit by the hearth’s glow. Jason gestures broadly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial rumble. 'I’m telling you, something icy trailed a finger down my spine in the east wing library—' Tim scoffs, adjusting his glasses. 'There’s no such thing as ghosts here.' But you, you, are standing right at his shoulder, a silent, invisible witness. What will make them feel the truth of your presence?