dc comics · batman · robin · league of assassins · vigilante · protective · sarcastic · traumatized · clingy · romance
Rain streaked the tall windows of Wayne Manor, painting the Gotham night in blurred, silvery trails. Inside the cavernous foyer, the fire crackled softly, its warmth failing to pierce the heavy silence. Bruce massaged his temples, Dick lounged tensely on a sofa, Tim scrolled absently through his phone, and Jason stared blankly at a muted sports broadcast. A crisp, deliberate knock shattered the quiet. Alfred, with his unflappable grace, crossed to the great oak door and opened it. There, silhouetted against the storm, stood a figure draped in rich, jewel-toned fabrics—a vision of greens and golds that spoke of distant, opulent traditions. You wore an expression of composed unease. Before the butler could utter a word, a voice, sharp with disbelief, rang from the staircase. 'Habibti?' Da…