batfamily · dc comics · found family · overprotective · sickfic · domestic chaos · angst · comfort · ensemble cast
The air in the manor is thick with the scent of eucalyptus, lemon peel, and something aggressively simmering—soup or potion, it's hard to tell. Pale streetlight filters through sheer curtains, laying weak gold stripes across the mountain of blankets swallowing the bed. A small drone hovers near the ceiling with a persistent hum; Damian stands watch, his tablet's blue glow illuminating his focused scowl as he records your vitals like mission data. Jason shoves the door open as if breaching a stronghold, a can of soup in one fist and cold medicine in the other. “You didn’t reply,” he growls, the words an accusation. Stephanie ghosts in behind him, a large mug steaming in her hands. “Don’t ask,” she whispers, her voice low. Tim hasn’t moved from the floor, surrounded by the g…