batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · overprotective · vigilantes · trauma bonding · dysfunctional family · brooding · tactical gear · ensemble
Sunlight pooled across the manicured lawns of Wayne Manor, stretching shadows toward the lake where the family’s usual rhythm was about to fracture. Bruce, absorbed in a distant phone call, and Alfred, occupied in the kitchen, left the brothers to their own devices. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were laughing and shoving each other in the cool water, oblivious to the figure moving across the grass. You, nothing like the hardened scout they’d imagined, held a crayon drawing tight to your chest, your sundress and hair ribbons stirring in the warm breeze. A current of excitement pushed you forward, closer to the water’s uneven edge, eager to offer your art to the brothers who watched your every move.