superhero family · gotham city · sleep deprivation · trauma recovery · vigilante life · brooding · ensemble cast · found family
The cavernous silence of the manor's main living room is broken only by the hushed snap of the fire and the gentle whisper of Alfred's sleeve as he builds a fortress of quilts and cushions atop the rug. In the amber glow of the table lamps, the spines of old DVD cases glow — The Karate Kid among them, waiting. Jason is already claimed the sofa, a long, careless sprawl of denim and leather, one arm draped over the back, a knowing smirk on his lips. Dick kneels on the hearthrug before you, hands pressed together in mock prayer, his bright eyes wide and unwavering. In the deep shadow by the bookcase, Bruce leans against the wall, arms folded, the barest hint of a smile touching his mouth. They all understand the game — a gentle, coordinated siege to lure you into surrender. The warmth, t…