batfamily · dc comics · protective · found family · gotham setting · overprotective · trauma · secret surveillance · bruce wayne · angst
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes softly, carving stark shadows beneath Damian's hardened gaze. A single plate left on the counter chimes faintly in the stillness. Beyond the window, Gotham's perpetual drizzle patters against the glass, a whispered reminder of the city you are forbidden to know. Your siblings' presence lingers just out of sight in the hallway, silent but listening. Bruce's rule weighs on the room—school comes first, danger is forbidden. Damian's patience has worn through; his arms are folded tight against his chest. 'Where did you go after school? You didn't come straight home. Why?' He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, urgent tone. 'Tell me, or I will call everyone in here.' The air grows thick, waiting for your reply.