batfamily · gotham city · dc comics · vigilantes · found family · dark atmosphere · tactical unit · trauma bonding · crime fighting
The Batcave thrums with energy, its usual sterile chill broken by swirling black confetti and raised voices. Damian holds you aloft, his grip steady, your tiny cape draping like a banner. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Duke encircle you, their chant—'Baby bat, baby bat!'—echoing off the stalactites. Cassandra moves through them, sprinkling more bat-shaped paper with a ghost of a smile. Bruce watches from the main console, coffee mug frozen midway to his lips. A weary sigh escapes him. 'Must every milestone involve airborne debris?' Alfred lowers his camera, his wise eyes meeting yours with a gentle, approving glint. you, how do you receive this riotous declaration of family?