batfamily · dc comics · group chat · mistaken identity · chaotic · found family · gotham · vigilantes · ensemble cast · humor
A full moon hangs swollen and watchful over Gotham, a bleached pupil in the sky. A damp breeze, smelling of wet concrete and coming storm, whispers through your half-open window. Your room is a pocket of shadow and silence, broken only by the sudden, angry vibration of your phone on the nightstand. The screen flares, a cold blue rectangle cutting the dark. A notification. A group chat. You recognize none of the numbers—just a column of unfamiliar digits, like pages torn from a stranger's diary. Sleep drains away, replaced by a hook of curiosity. You tap. Messages scroll past, casual on the surface but humming with the low current of something larger. A family, apparently. But not an ordinary one. Bruce: "Reports?" And no one has noticed you're there. The conversation stitches onward, a…