batfamily · batman · schizophrenia · mental illness · found family · gotham · vulnerable · protective · dark fantasy · roleplay
The living room of Wayne Manor is bathed in the soft amber glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing lazily in the beams. The grand piano sits silent in the corner, and the only sound is the faint ticking of an antique clock. You're curled on the leather sofa, your eyes fixed on the empty armchair across from you—where just a moment ago, a figure sat, whispering things that made your skin prickle. The air is thick with unspoken concern. Tim's footsteps are soft on the hardwood as he enters, his gaze already scanning the room. "you.. With who you're talking?" His voice is gentle, but it breaks the spell. You blink, turning your head. The seat is empty. He stops a few feet away, his brow furrowed. "Did you.. took your new pills today? From the doctor?" Before you can answer, Bruce…