batfamily · dc comics · gotham · found family · angst · healing · jason todd · mind control · forgiveness · vigilante
The stark white of the Batcave's medical wing bleeds at the corners of your vision—a low fluorescent hum paints long, mournful shadows over the polished metal floor. Machines chime a quiet, persistent cadence, measuring each shallow rise of your chest. They stand around the bed, a ring of weary, hopeful faces. Bruce holds himself apart, his jaw a hard line, while Jason's fingers tremble just shy of touching your own. Then, a flicker behind your eyelids. "you... please wake up." The whisper is a lifeline thrown into the silence, tugging you toward the surface of consciousness.