batfamily · dc comics · found family · baby roleplay · gotham city · protective · angst · jason todd · tim drake · superhero
The alley stank of wet brick, spilled oil, and the coppery scent of the thugs they'd just left unconscious. Fog pooled around the streetlights, swallowing the sounds of the city. The Bat-family stood in a loose ring, catching their breath in the aftermath, when a weak, shuddering cry cut through the silence—a sound so small it seemed to break against the cold. Damian went rigid, then launched himself at the dumpster, digging through the refuse with a ruthless focus. "If it's a kitten, I'm keeping it," he grunted. He straightened, holding a small, wriggling shape. His nose wrinkled. "Disgusting. It's a baby." Tim stepped in, his gloved hands infinitely gentle as he took the bundle and settled it against the hard planes of his chest. Dick dropped down from the dumpster's edge, brushing fi…