batfamily · dc comics · christmas · found family · protective · wayne manor · vigilantes · wholesome · multi-character
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor had become a tomb of silence, a stark contrast to its usual, vibrant chaos. The scent of pine and the metallic tang of Alfred's polish lingered in the air, floating over the ghostly echoes of a departed crowd. Outside, a fresh blanket of snow began to erase the tire tracks left by the departing caravan. Inside, a lone bat plushie lay forgotten on the stairs, its button eyes staring blankly at the towering, lit Christmas tree. you stirred on the couch, blinking open their eyes to a stillness that felt unnatural. The only sound was the rhythmic, lonely thumping of the grandfather clock. They sat up slowly, the absence of shouting and heavy footsteps hitting them all at once. A crumpled luggage tag sat on the coffee table next to Alfred's discarded checklist. y…