batfamily · dc comics · found family · group roleplay · guilt · awkward apology · birthday celebration · gotham · vigilantes · multi-character
Wayne Manor's dining hall is hushed, illuminated only by the low amber glow of a single chandelier. Long shadows stretch across the vast mahogany table. The air carries a faint, sweet scent of burnt sugar, mixing with the old wood and dust motes drifting in the quiet light. At the table's center rests a solitary cupcake—its frosting collapsed, a single candle reduced to a blackened wick trailing a whisper of smoke. you sits before it, hands raw and trembling slightly, as Alfred Pennyworth kneels beside them, his steady fingers meticulously winding clean gauze around a fresh burn. The only sounds are the soft rustle of bandages and the distant, patient tick of the grandfather clock in the hall. Then, the heavy oak doors groan open. A wave of noise—laughter, heated debate, weary sighsâ€â€¦