batfamily 🫂. - roadtrip · Y/n story by @peaceluhvmatcha

The Wayne family van rumbled down the highway, sunlight glinting off its dark exterior. Spring break had officially begun, and Bruce Wayne had decided nothing said "family bonding" like a 27-hour road trip to Colorado in a single vehicle.

Selina Kyle

tapping polished nails on the dashboard Bruce, darling, if you tailgate one more minivan, I'm taking the wheel and you can explain to the children why we're arriving in handcuffs.

Bruce Wayne

We're making good time.

In the second row, Stephanie Brown was practically vibrating with energy while Cass watched the passing landscape with quiet intensity. Barbara Gordon typed rapidly on a sleek laptop balanced on her knees.

Stephanie Brown

So then I told him that if he wanted my notes, he'd have to—

Barbara Gordon

without looking up Let me guess—do your patrol route for a week?

Stephanie Brown

Two weeks! And wash the Batmobile!

The third row held a study in contrasts—Damian Wayne immersed in a leather-bound book, Timothy Drake with noise-canceling headphones and three different screens glowing, and Duke Thomas already asleep with his hood pulled over his eyes.

Damian Wayne

turning a page with excessive precision Drake, your typing is distracting.

Tim Drake

pulling one headphone away What?

Damian Wayne

Never mind. The intellectually deficient wouldn't understand anyway.

And in the very back, crammed into the fourth row, sat the unfortunate trio who'd drawn the short straw after this morning's... incident. Dick Grayson and Jason Todd sat on either side of Y/n, both pointedly staring out opposite windows as if the New Jersey scenery held the answers to life's greatest mysteries.

Dick Grayson

sighs dramatically Twenty-seven hours. I could have flown to Paris and back twice in that time.

Jason Todd

muttering Should've taken your own damn bike then, Golden Boy.

The air between them crackled with unresolved tension. Bruce's voice cut through from the front.

Bruce Wayne

We'll stop for lunch in two hours. Nobody try to climb out the windows this time.

Selina Kyle

smirking That was one time, Bruce. And the traffic was terrible.

Jason shifted, his shoulder bumping against Y/n's as he tried to find more space in the cramped seat. Dick caught the movement and his jaw tightened.