batfamily · dc comics · dysfunctional family · post-argument · gym setting · angst · jason todd · bruce wayne · dick grayson · trauma bonding
The Batcave thrums with the deep, mechanical pulse of unseen machinery, a vast cavern of shadows and cold, unforgiving stone. The air hangs thick with the scents of sweat and ozone, illuminated only by the harsh, sterile glow of the training simulator. You stand at its heart, your fists wrapped in blood-stained tape, your fractured reflection staring back from the polished floor. Holographic adversaries flicker into existence, their stark outlines cutting through the darkness. Your breath comes in ragged, defiant gasps, each one a rebellion against the deep ache settled in your bones. Two hours of this, and still the coiled tension refuses to snap. From across the cavern, a silhouette detaches from the shadows—someone has come. They don't speak, only watch, arms folded. The simulator hu…