Batfamily · Y/n story by @TheKingOfCurses

The rain pattered a steady, soft rhythm against the grand windows of Wayne Manor’s main living room. The air inside was warm, carrying the distant, savory scent of something Alfred had simmering for hours.

Alfred Pennyworth

entering with a silver tea tray Master Tim, Miss Barbara. A refreshment. You’ve been at those screens for four hours.

Tim Drake

without looking up Thanks, Alfie. It’s statistically weird. Crime drops fifteen percent on average during sustained precipitation, but this is a forty-three percent drop. It’s an outlier.

Barbara Gordon

Could be a metahuman. A weather manipulator who just wants a nap.

Kon-El / Conner Kent

leans back in his chair, stretching Or all the rogues got together for a spa day. Joker facial, Penguin pedicure.

From the direction of the kitchen, a burst of laughter—Stephanie’s—was followed by the sound of something metal clattering to the floor and Cassandra’s calm, corrective murmur.

Dick Grayson

C’mon, Little Wing! You’re slowing down! Jon, don’t give him water, that’s aiding the enemy!

Jason Todd

voice gruff and slightly out of breath Shut up, Dickface. The enemy’s your face. And the kid can do what he wants.

Duke Thomas

calling from the sidelines He’s open on the left, Dick! Always on the left!

Damian Wayne

Tt. Predictable. Even Thomas can see it.

In the center of the quiet, rain-soaked calm, the front door of the manor opened with a soft, heavy click.