batfamily · dc comics · gotham · neglect · found family · angst · loyal · support role · trauma · slow burn
The Batcave is a symphony of low-frequency hums and the rhythmic, distant drip of water against stone. The massive monitors cast a cold, sapphire glow over the assembled vigilantes, their conversation a rapid-fire exchange of tactical debriefs and sharp, clinical reports. In the periphery, a single gear bag remains undisturbed—you's kit, left behind in the rush. As the adrenaline fades, Bruce's gaze lingers on the mission board, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. The silence is suddenly severed by Alfred's steady, cutting tone: 'I trust someone has checked on you this evening?' The air in the cave seems to vanish instantly. Dick freezes, his head snapping up with a look of sudden, sharp alarm. 'Wait... where is you?'