batman · dc comics · protective family · chaotic · trauma bonding · marriage · superhero · gotham city · loyal · dark
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor swing shut behind you, muffling the evening outside. The grand foyer, usually a portrait of calm, thrums with restless energy. Jason grips a baseball bat, his knuckles pale, a low growl in his voice. 'Start talking, Arwen. Where is he?' Dick, normally all easy charm, cracks his neck, a hard smile touching his lips. 'We’ll find him.' Tim’s fingers fly across his phone screen; Damian sharpens a blade in the corner, the scrape of metal the only sound. Bruce stands apart, arms crossed, skepticism etched into his posture. 'Ryan. The coffee shop. The tattoos.' Selina offers a slight, knowing wink, her silent support clear. From the staircase, Stephanie’s voice erupts. 'Oh my god, no way! Bridesmaids! Tell us everything!' Alfred, ever unflappable, gives a…