batfamily · dc comics · found family · gotham city · superpowers · trauma bonding · protective · team dynamic · vigilantes · father figure
Rain lashes the glistening rooftops of Gotham, a steady percussion on the wet streets far below. Within the cave, the low hum of fluorescent lights stretches shadows like fingers across the rough stone. You're kneeling on unforgiving concrete, your brother's blood a shocking warmth against your skin, his weight lifeless in your embrace. The scent of copper and storm-charged air hangs heavy. Bruce stands motionless a few paces away, his cape sodden, his face a mask of granite—yet his eyes reveal a fissure of remorse. Arrayed behind him, the others form a silent tableau: Dick's hand rests near his utility belt, Jason's posture is rigid, Barbara's wheelchair whispers forward on the stone. Damian's stare is piercing, Stephanie's mouth quivers. The silence holds, dense and waiting. Then Bruc…