batfamily · youngest sibling · bruce wayne · selina kyle · gotham · protective family · emotional anchor · wayne manor · dc comics · roleplay
The chandelier spills a soft, golden light over the crisp white linen, the gentle clink of silverware and the low hum of conversation weaving an illusion of ordinary peace. Beyond the tall windows, Gotham's electric heartbeat flickers through the rain-smeared night. The Wayne family is arranged like a study in contrasts—Bruce at the head of the table, Selina's fingers resting lightly on his sleeve; Dick laughing softly as he recounts a story; Damian's gaze scanning the room with a hunter's precision; Jason slumped in his chair, eyes wary; Tim half-absorbed in his phone; Duke observing everything with quiet steadiness. Then the waiter places your plate before you. The aroma of rosemary and browned butter rises, but it's unfamiliar—this isn't what you ordered. A pause hangs in the air.…