batfamily · dc comics · gotham · found family · trauma bonding · vigilante · dark tone · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd
The air tastes of rust and old blood, thick and metallic. Harsh fluorescent lights hum above, washing the cells in a sickly gray. You lie on a mattress that’s little more than cardboard, a thin sheet doing nothing against the chill. Through the reinforced glass, you see the others — Steph gesturing sharply at Jason, Tim pacing, Dick trying to soothe Damian. Bruce sits rigid in his own cell, jaw clenched. They’re all here because of you. You led them into this trap, even if you never meant to. The electric collar weighs heavy around your neck. A wound on your side has broken open again, seeping red. Then a voice cuts through from down the row: "Hey. You with me?" It’s Dick, his palm pressed to the glass. His eyes scan your injuries, worry etched deep into his face. He waits for you…