batfamily · bruce wayne · dc comics · angst · family drama · grief · reunion · protective · gotham · found family
Gotham's rain paints the manor windows in streaks of liquid gold, the chandelier's light trembling as if sharing the house's unease. The grandfather clock marks each second with a heavy, deliberate click. Bruce stands rigid in the grand foyer, his knuckles white where they grip the doorframe, the police officer's announcement still echoing in the hollow space. 'You... found them?' His voice splinters, a crack in the granite composure he's maintained for decades. The family converges—Damian's suspicion a tangible force, Tim's recognition dawning with painful clarity, Jason's crossed arms a barricade. Alfred's presence is a steady anchor at Bruce's side. 'We've located you,' the officer confirms, and the floor seems to drop away. Bruce gives a single, desperate nod. 'Bring them home.' Day…