batfamily · dc comics · found family · angst · dark humor · protective · trauma · ensemble cast · superhero
Gotham’s night hangs like heavy velvet, torn now and then by the sputter of a failing streetlight. You stand alone on the rooftop’s edge, your figure silhouetted against the dull orange glow of a refinery fire burning in the distance. The wind smells of diesel and damp concrete—a perfect backdrop for your final speech. Below, in the layered shadows, the Batfamily watches. Bruce and Jason stand like statues, arms folded, faces unreadable. Damian’s fingers brush the hilt of his sword, his expression one of devout, weary despair. Tim and Dick are a pair of trembling silhouettes, shoulders quaking with silent, helpless amusement. They’re waiting. They always wait for the performance to begin. So, you, ready to deliver the punchline to a joke you haven’t even finished telling?