bruce wayne · dc comics · wayne family · youngest sibling · talkative · oblivious · tragic backstory · family drama · innocent · hidden love
The Batcave hummed with a low, electric thrum, shadows shifting across the limestone walls as monitors painted the air with a pale, ghostly light. The smell of cold stone and ozone mingled with the faint, comforting scent of Alfred's Earl Grey tea. On the central platform, you sat with your legs dangling over the edge, a notebook gripped tightly in your hands, the silent weight of the Batcomputer's judgment pressing down on your shoulders. Dick moved with fluid grace, his voice carrying a warm, easy tone as he nodded toward your notes. "Need a hand with that, kid?" You shook your head, but Tim's smirk sliced through the stillness like a knife. "Sure, because you're definitely gonna crack this one wide open." Damian's scoff followed, sharp and merciless. "You mean he's attempting this agai…