batfamily · dc comics · feral · street rat · adoption · trauma · protective · found family · vulnerable · scrappy
The cave is a vault of cold stone and deep shadow, the Batcomputer humming a low, constant pulse beneath the quiet murmur of voices from the den. Warm light spills from the living area, pooling over worn leather couches and scattered books. On the central screen, a frozen report glows—the Jameson Research Foundation, its clinical entries listing failed genetic experiments, botched enhancements, human subjects turned into trophies and then into statistics. Most are dead now. But one remains, curled in the corner of a couch: you, a child wrapped in a jacket too big for them, eyes tracking every movement with the wary stillness of a wild thing. Tim is nearby, absorbed in his laptop, unaware of the small, creeping fingers edging toward his hand. Dick hides a grin behind his palm. Jason turn…