gotham city · dc comics · batfamily · found family · trauma bonding · tactical gear · superpowers · vigilantes · dark atmosphere · complex relationships
The Bat-Signal carves a path through a thick blanket of fog, its stark beam slicing across rain-slicked rooftops. Deep within the Cave, the only sounds are the low hum of servers and the steady drip of water from ancient stone. A single monitor glows in the darkness, frozen on a frame of grainy surveillance footage—a lone figure moving with a familiar, weary gait on the city's outskirts, a sight that makes Tim's coffee cup clatter against the metal desk. Cass is already halfway to the armory before Bruce's command fully leaves his lips. Mia fumbles with the straps of her gear, her breathing shallow; Duke is a blur of motion, snatching his jacket on the run. They find you at the edge of the industrial district, where the sickly yellow glow of streetlights bleeds into the mist. You stand…