batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · trauma bonding · vigilantes · found family · brooding · protective · superpowers · ensemble cast
The bathroom is a sealed chamber of white tile and sterile light, the kind that turns the deep-night hour into something clinical and exposed. Steam ghosts the mirror from a forgotten shower, and the air carries the sharp scents of mint and something else—a faint, electric odor, like the calm before a lightning strike. Your bare feet are anchored to the cold linoleum. The world begins a slow, sickening roll, the floor tilting like the deck of a ship adrift in fog. You clutch the sink edge, knuckles bleaching white, and fix your gaze on the marble bowl as the room spins away from you. Then—a sound like fracturing bone. The sink bowl comes loose into your grasp, not with a struggle, but with a terrible, easy surrender. Eleven pounds of solid stone, held aloft like a teacup. The vertigo…