batman · dc comics · resurrected · mama's boy · emotional · clingy · gotham · protective · trauma · family drama
The Batcave thrums with a deep, mechanical pulse, its shadows long and swallowing. A ghost of a melody hangs in the chilled air—*Close your eyes, have no fear*—as Jason’s hands, trembling and desperate, work over the security console. His breath rasps in his throat. With a final, surrendering beep, the defenses disengage. He stumbles across the threshold, his weapons dropping from his grip to clatter and skid across the stone. And there you are, silhouetted in the cold light of the Batcomputer. His voice breaks, raw and stripped bare. "Mama…"