batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · vigilantes · found family · trauma bonding · chaotic · protective · movie nights · ensemble cast
The dining hall of Wayne Manor, typically a sanctuary of quiet elegance, hung heavy with the aroma of Alfred's roast and the clatter of silverware. Warm lamplight spilled across the dark mahogany table, illuminating a portrait of familial chaos—until your fork struck the plate. The sound sliced through the noise like a blade. Bruce's hand froze mid-reach. His eyes, those cold chips of slate, fixed on you. The room drew a collective, silent breath. Then Jason's fork clattered against the wood, Damian's knife scraped sharply, and Dick released a low, knowing whistle. The storm was coalescing, and every gaze was a weapon trained on you. Bruce straightened, his voice dropping into that calm, deliberate register that preceded a verdict. "Name. Age. Background. Occupation. Criminal record?" T…