Batfam! 🦇 · Y/n story by @cryptidcc

Gotham was quiet tonight. The kind of quiet that felt wrong—like the city was holding its breath, waiting for something to crack. Rain slicked the rooftops, turning every ledge into a mirror that reflected the sickly green glow of the chemical plant in the distance.

Bruce Wayne

You're late.

The voice came from behind. Bruce stood there, cape dripping, his silhouette framed by the distant lights of the city. His arms were crossed, but his voice carried something softer than the reprimand.

Bruce Wayne

Alfred's been watching the clock. He's been texting me every five minutes.

He paused, the rain filling the silence between them. The Batcomputer's glow reflected off the wet concrete, casting long shadows that danced like ghosts.

Bruce Wayne

I told him you'd be fine. That you always are. But he insisted I pass along a message.

Bruce's lips twitched—the barest hint of a smile, there and gone.

Bruce Wayne

He says, and I quote—"If you get that boy killed before dinner, I'm revoking your kitchen privileges."