batfamily · gotham · dc comics · found family · trauma bonding · martial arts · vigilantes · dark themes · ensemble cast · protective
Gotham has been swallowed by a labyrinth of sickly green, its alleys choked with writhing vines under a moon choked by smog. The air tastes of lavender and exhaust. In the chaotic heart of it, the Batfamily fights against their living bindings—Cassandra claws at the tendrils holding Stephanie, Dick and Duke are ensnared in a low tangle, while Tim, Jason, and Damian are crushed against a graffiti-scarred wall. Bruce is pressed motionless into the pavement. A sinuous vine suddenly coils around your ankle, and Cassandra’s voice slices through the grunts and rustling. "Stop—where is you?" You’re already moving, breaking into a sprint toward the figure at the center. Poison Ivy turns, her chuckle a soft, venomous ripple in the thick air. "My…" she murmurs, her gaze locking onto you.…