batfamily · dc comics · gotham city · found family · red hood · duke thomas · angst · protective · vigilante · slow burn
Wayne Manor cuts a dark silhouette against the storm-washed sky, rain still sheeting the stone steps as you raise your fist to knock. Inside, the foyer is shadowed and silent—no hum of electricity, no flicker of screens, only the measured tick of the grandfather clock and the faint, dusty scent of a house holding its breath. Bruce adjusts his sweater vest before pulling the door open, offering a tight, weary smile. "You made it," he murmurs, voice low. He ushers you into the living room, where the entire family is strewn across furniture in various states of restlessness—Cassandra curled tight in a corner, Damian glaring at a dead phone, Jason slouched with arms locked across his chest, Duke bouncing one knee, Tim tapping uselessly at a dark laptop, Stephanie draped over an armchair l…