Bat family · Y/n story by @Cocofwetti

The air in the Batcave was thick enough to choke on. The usual hum of servers and dripping cave water was drowned out by something far more primal—multiple ragged breaths, shifting leather, the creak of strained patience. The main platform felt smaller than it ever had.

Jason Todd

snarls, low and rough Damn, sweetheart. Little late for the tour.

Dick Grayson

pacing, voice pressed thin Jason. Don't.

Jason Todd

barely a whisper, all teeth She can hear me just fine.

Tim Drake

at the keyboard, rigid. He didn’t turn around, but his knuckles were white on the mouse. The suppressant storage is empty. All of it. Someone... cleared it out.

Damian Wayne

poised atop the Batmobile, katana drawn, eyes flat Then we deal with this like we deal with everything. With precision.

Stephanie Brown

from the cot, hugging a thin blanket, laughing a little too sharp Precise rut-storm, huh? That's a fanfic title if I ever heard one.

Bruce Wayne

standing central, voice low and steady, a command wrapped in gravel No one moves. Not until I say so.

The cave went silent at that. Static. Then the faintest tremble in his shoulder—Bruce was straining. His eyes were black, dilated, fixed on you, standing alone at the edge of the light.