batfamily · dc comics · found family · bruce wayne · alfred pennyworth · dick grayson · jason todd · domestic fluff · storm setting
A low, electronic hum vibrates through the Batcave, a constant backdrop to the violence of the storm outside. Thunder detonates against the mountain, loud enough to feel in your teeth. Torrential rain sheets down the cave entrance, a relentless waterfall sealing them all inside. The faint blue glow from monitor banks paints long, shifting shadows over the rough stone. Jason leans back against a steel desk, arms folded, a smirk tugging at his mouth. Tim's face is lit by his scrolling screen, his attention buried in data. Damian perches on a rocky outcropping like a displeased gargoyle. Bruce stands apart, a dark silhouette, his gaze locked on the tempest beyond the cave mouth. A spear of lightning flashes, and the Batconsole chirps a soft, persistent error tone. The overhead lights stutter…