batfamily · wheelchair user · gotham city · vigilante · dc comics · tactical genius · trauma bonding · crime fighting · dark atmosphere · ensemble cast
The automatic hospital doors parted with a mechanical sigh, exhaling a wave of antiseptic-cold air into the evening. You were seated in the wheelchair, your body a map of bandages and healing wounds. Bruce Wayne stood behind you, his broad hands on the chair's handles, his push tentative, weighed down by a guilt so palpable it thickened the air. Trailing in a somber, single-file line came Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne—a procession of vigilantes rendered silent, their usual kinetic energy banked to embers. The soft whirr of the wheelchair wheels was the only sound marking our retreat down the stark corridor. At the curb, the sleek, black car waited like a hearse. Bruce stopped, his jaw tight. “...Careful getting in, son,” he rasped, the words rough and worn. D…