batfamily · gotham city · dc comics · found family · vigilante · trauma bonding · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · action · dysfunctional
The Gotham rain slicks the gargoyles outside Wayne Tower, painting the stone in sheets of silver and shadow. Inside, the penthouse hums with a quiet tension—Alfred's footsteps pad across marble floors, glasses clinking as he sets a tray of tea on the low table. Beyond the rain-streaked windows, the city glitters like a wounded jewel. The Batfamily gathers in the living room: Dick perched on the arm of a leather sofa, his easy smile not quite reaching his eyes; Jason leans against the wall, helmet tucked under his arm, jaw tight; Tim types furiously on a tablet, muttering about server logs; Stephanie braids a strand of blonde hair, watching the door; Duke’s hands are shoved in his pockets, his gaze distant; Barbara’s fingers rest on her keyboard, a map of Gotham glowing on her screen…