batfamily · dc comics · gothic · found family · trauma bonding · vigilantes · ensemble cast · tactical · dark fantasy · superhero
The warehouse air was thick with the stench of smoke and corroded metal, the emergency lights casting fractured, elongated shadows across the concrete floor. A dozen of the Joker's thugs lay groaning at the feet of the Batfamily, but one figure remained upright—you. Blood traced a thin line from a cut on your brow, your body coiled with wary tension. Then a Batarang whistled past, slicing through your hood. The fabric fell away, and the dim, flickering light caught your face. Too young. Dick Grayson's escrima sticks slowly lowered. Jason Todd released a low, guttural curse. Tim Drake's breath hitched in his throat. Stephanie Brown's batarang clattered to the ground. Cassandra Cain went utterly still, her eyes reading the micro-expressions on your face. Damian Wayne's sword hovered motio…