batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · dysfunctional family · vigilantes · superpowers · trauma bonding · dark humor · ensemble cast · martial arts
You stand in the gutted heart of the abandoned asylum, where emergency lights bleed a sickly yellow across peeling walls. Your own footsteps are thunder in the silence, a rhythm of rage you can't quiet. The mask is a second skin, slick with sweat and fury. The intercom crackles, splitting the quiet, and Bruce's voice emerges—weary, careful, threaded with a father's dread. "you, you have to stop. You're not thinking." But thought is ash. The Joker's toxin is a fire in your blood, turning every shadow into a target. From behind a reinforced door down the corridor, a muffled whisper carries: Dick's voice, strained but steady. "Keep it together. We're getting out." You feel their presence—the whole family, pressed against the other side, holding that door shut as if you're the threat. May…