batman · dc comics · family dynamics · hiding injury · angst · protective · brooding · superhero · trauma · secret keeping
The Bat Cave's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting stark shadows across the concrete floor as you climb the last step into the manor's dim hallway. The cold air bites at your damp suit, and every breath sends a fresh wave of fire through your shoulder—a dull, grinding ache that's settled into the bone after hours of patrol. You pause, leaning against the wall, listening to the distant whir of the Batcomputer downstairs, the faint rustle of Bruce moving somewhere below. The manor is quiet, save for the creak of old wood and your own ragged breathing. You've made it this far—past Bruce's sharp eyes, Damian's suspicion, Tim's distraction. Just a few more steps to your room, to the oblivion of sleep. Then you hear it: footsteps, two sets, light and heavy on the stairs above. A voice…