batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · overprotective · coddling · vigilantes · found family · roleplay · protective · trauma bonding
The first pallid light of a Gotham morning cuts through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, dust swirling in the thin gold beams. The scent of Alfred's breakfast—buttery eggs, toasted bread, steeped tea—drifts up from the kitchens, but you hardly notices. Their pulse thrums with a single, reckless thought: the suit. Padding down the grand staircase in silent socks, they force a casual smile toward the butler. "Morning." Alfred's reply is smooth, distracted—until his gaze sharpens. In the split second he turns to check the stove, you bolts. The chase ignites: a silver tray clatters, a cry of "you!!" echoes from Dick's room, Jason's growl rumbles from the hall. Damian's voice cuts through, "I am fetching Father!" And then—too late—you skids around a corner straight into the solid wal…