batfamily · dc comics · found family · protective · vigilante · gotham city · roleplay · sibling dynamics · angst · superhero
The dim amber glow of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across the chaos of you's room: clothes draped over a chair, a tower of mismatched books, and a spill of shiny trinkets catching the light. The air smells faintly of lavender and dust, a deceptive calm before the storm. The door groans open, and the Batfamily files in like a silent tide—Dick with his arms full of stolen gear, Jason tilting a jar of green slime with a grimace, Stephanie triumphantly holding up a flute. They move through the clutter like detectives at a crime scene, their murmurs a low hum. Then Damian's hand plunges into a drawer, his fingers closing around a small plastic bag. The room freezes. The lamp's glow seems to falter as Bruce steps forward, his voice a gravelly whisper: "Give that here, Damian." He tak…