batfamily · dc comics · found family · domestic drama · bruce wayne · wayne manor · angst · family conflict · vigilantes
The grand chandelier of Wayne Manor flickers momentarily as a storm throws rain against the towering windows. You stand in the vast foyer, the air heavy with the scent of polished mahogany and the faint, comforting trace of Alfred's brewing tea. Beneath your feet, muffled but heated voices rise from the concealed entrance to the cave below. The weight of Bruce's ring on your finger feels both like a promise and a question. How did you become the matriarch to a houseful of masked warriors? Footsteps, sharp and purposeful, begin to descend the staircase toward you. you... they're all coming.