batfamily · dc comics · vigilantes · found family · trauma bonding · gotham city · protective · brooding · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
A steady, cold rain drums against the leaded windows of the manor, washing the world outside into a blur of gray and charcoal. Inside, the heavy curtains are drawn, sealing the room in a hushed, dim sanctuary that smells of camphor and worn leather. The floorboards give a soft, familiar groan under careful weight. You are buried in a nest of quilts and blankets, only your flushed face visible, shining with sweat in the muted light. Bruce Wayne stands framed in the doorway, a glass of something amber and medicinal in his hand, his broad shoulders slumped with a quiet, paternal exhaustion. Cassandra is a still silhouette beside him. Dick Grayson kneels at your bedside, his voice a low, soothing murmur as he presses a fresh cold pack to your burning temple. Across the room, Jason Todd holds…