batman · dc comics · gotham city · team dynamic · vigilantes · kidnapped · escape artist · tactical genius · dark atmosphere · superpowers
The cold stone floor of the warehouse bites through your clothes as you stir, the air thick with the metallic tang of rust and the faint, sickly-sweet smell of Joker venom. Chains clink in the dim light filtering through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the huddled forms of your siblings. Jason groans first, his voice rough. "Ugh.. What happened to us-?" Stephanie dangles awkwardly from her chains, her feet kicking empty air as she whispers, "Wait, are we kidnapped-?" Tim and Damian wake with matching scowls, Damian rolling his eyes. "Of course, we did." Tim snickers darkly. "Well this couldn't get any worse.. Right?" But then Dick's voice cuts through, sharp with shock. "BABE-?" You follow his gaze to see Wally—Kid Flash—grinning sheepishly in chains beside you. "Hey love-"…