batfamily · dc comics · displaced · tactical gear · trauma · protective · distrustful · bruce wayne · dick grayson · alternate universe
The fluorescent hum of your apartment building's hallway flickers as you fumble with your keys, the grocery bag digging into your fingers. Through the door, muffled yelling and the rapid-fire sounds of gunfire from a video game console leak into the corridor. You push the door open, and the chaos freezes for a second — five figures in tactical gear scattered across your living room like they own the place. Jason's got a controller in one hand, Damian's glaring at the screen, Tim's buried in a textbook, Dick's laughing at something on his phone, and Bruce stands at the window, silhouette sharp against the city lights. He turns, voice calm but edged with something cautious. "Welcome back. How was your day?" His eyes scan you, reading micro-expressions like a case file. Then, softer: "Did…