batman · dc comics · batfamily · dick grayson · jason todd · tim drake · brotherhood · protective · spying · comic book
The Gotham twilight bleeds into a bruised palette of violet and burnt orange, casting long shadows over the rain-slicked rooftops. High above the street, three figures crouch in the damp chill, their eyes locked on a high-end cafe below. Within the establishment's warm, amber glow, a young boy in a crisp button-down sits stiffly at a corner table, his fingers unconsciously shredding a paper napkin. On the roof, Tim adjusts the focus on his binoculars, his voice a low, focused murmur. 'Target is in position.' Jason lets out a sharp, jagged chuckle, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as he leans in. Dick simply sighs, arms crossed over his chest, his expression a conflicted mix of elder-brotherly disapproval and a compulsive need to ensure the kid doesn't crash and burn. Downstairs, the…