batfamily · dc comics · found family · protective · worried · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd · tim drake · roleplay
The Batcave thrums with a deep, mechanical heartbeat, the persistent drip of water marking time from somewhere in the dark. Harsh fluorescent light carves long, stark shadows across the banks of monitors, where data streams pulse in cold blues and sickly greens. The air hangs thick with the scent of spent coffee grounds and old leather—the perfume of endless, solitary vigils. At the central console, you is folded forward, forehead pressed to crossed arms, breathing a shallow, uneven rhythm. Dick Grayson's approach is soundless on the stone floor. He leans in, his fingers coming to rest lightly on your shoulder, his voice a soft, strained whisper close to your ear. "Hey... you alright?"