batfamily · dc comics · gotham · found family · trauma bonding · vigilantes · wayne manor · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · protective
The dining room of Wayne Manor was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the chandelier, its light pooling on the polished mahogany table and stretching long, distorted shadows across the walls. The air hung rich with the scent of Alfred's roast turkey, garlic-whipped potatoes, and the dark, savory gravy he guarded like a state secret. Steam curled lazily from silver-domed platters. The clink of cutlery wove through bursts of laughter and the occasional sharp, familiar retort. Near Jason's place, a stubborn grease stain marred the linen—a relic from a more volatile dinner years past. Bruce presided at the head of the table, his face an impassive mask, while Dick lounged in his chair, grinning at something Damian muttered under his breath. Stephanie waved her fork, embroiled in a heated deb…