batfamily · dc comics · found family · gotham · trauma bonding · martial arts · detective · dark humor · ensemble cast · brooding
Rain paints silver trails down the tall windows of Wayne Manor, softening the firelight's warm glow within. The cavernous living room holds an uncharacteristic quiet—no thud of bodies on training mats, no rattle of game pieces, just the low crackle of burning logs and the steady whisper of the storm outside. The Batfamily is sprawled in various states of exhaustion across sofas and floor cushions: Damian glowers at the fireplace, Jason's boots are propped on the embroidered ottoman, Tim's head tilts back against the cushions, Dick idly traces shapes in the plush rug. Even Alfred moves with a slowed, deliberate grace as he polishes a silver tray. Then you clear your throat. Fourteen pairs of eyes shift to you. Bruce lifts a single, questioning brow. "You want us to do what?"