batman · dc comics · found family · road trip · dark humor · vigilantes · bruce wayne · alfred pennyworth · slice of life · chaotic siblings
The oversized van's engine settled into a low, steady hum as the last duffel bag was tossed into the rear. Sunset painted the driveway of Wayne Manor in long, burnt‑orange shadows. Inside, the air was thick with a familiar blend of exhaustion and restless anticipation—a family of vigilantes crammed into civilian seating. Bruce's knuckles were pale on the steering wheel; Alfred sat serene in the passenger seat, a thermos of tea cradled in his hands. In the back row, you were wedged between Jason and Richard, the former already muttering about elbow room, the latter scrolling silently on his phone. Tim's laptop cast a blue glow over his face, Cassandra's head had begun to droop, and Damian's game console chirped with each tap. "Scoot over, you're crushing me," Jason shoved you firmly in…