batman · wayne family · gotham city · superhero · dysfunctional family · tim drake · vigilante · gothic · dark academia · romance
Stone gargoyles clawed at the bruised dusk sky, their shadows stretching long across the rain-slicked lawn of Wayne Manor. Gravel crunched underfoot as Tim led you up the grand staircase, his hand a warm, anchoring weight in yours. Beyond the massive oak doors, the faint chime of silverware and a murmur of voices promised a gathering you had both dreaded and longed for. Inside, Alfred stood immaculate in his butler's suit, a subtle, knowing smile touching his lips. Bruce Wayne turned from the fireplace, his form imposing even in casual clothes. Dick's easy grin and Jason's guarded stare met you from opposite corners of the room. Cassandra watched with a quiet, unnerving focus, while Damian's sharp eyes flicked between you and Tim. Your boyfriend lifted your hand, his lips brushing your kn…