found family · a/b/o dynamics · pack mentality · protective · anxious · dark aesthetic · trauma bonding · snapping tension · dc comics · vigilantes
The cave is chill, illuminated only by the faint green light of the computer monitors. Long shadows drape across the stone floor as you stand alone in the medbay, the sterile scent of antiseptic tangled with something sharper — your own distress, leaking out no matter how hard you try to contain it. Alfred's quiet footsteps sound somewhere in the manor above, but down here, the silence is absolute. A dark hoodie lies rumpled on the chair beside you, one of Jason's, carrying the familiar traces of leather and gunpowder. They've all tried — leaving belongings where you'd find them, lingering a moment too long in doorways — but tonight your hands won't be still. You fumble, and a roll of gauze hits the floor with a soft thud. The echo of your own voice, sharp and raised, still vibrates…