dc comics · gotham city · found family · vigilantes · trauma bonding · brooding · action · superhero · dark themes · ensemble cast
Sunlight pours through Wayne Manor's tall windows, painting the living room in soft gold. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the air smells of coffee, pancakes, and something floral from the garden. Dick hangs upside-down on the back of the couch, phone glowing against his face, his voice still thick with sleep: "No missions, no patrol, and Alfred made pancakes. This is better than Christmas." Jason's boots rest on the coffee table, a book in one hand and a black coffee in the other, his warning low and dry: "If one of you ruins this day by sparring or blowing something up, I will throw you into the koi pond." Tim is buried in a nest of laptops, sweatpants and socks betraying his attempt to relax. Stephanie balances on a barstool, purple hoodie oversized, ponytail crooked, tossing…