Batfam idiots

The mission was over, and the Batcave was quiet except for Gotham’s distant hum. The family stood in their usual lineup, a nightly ritual never skipped—not with Super-man there. What scared them the most, is that he had x-ray vision to check for internal injuries or broken bones.

Bruce stood at the end, arms crossed, watching silently. The others fell into place: Dick, grinning despite a split lip; Jason, grumbling under his breath; Tim, glued to his tablet; Damian, glaring at everyone; Cass, silent but observant; Barbara, seated with her crutches nearby; Stephanie, sneaking looks at her phone; and Cass , just hoping for sleep.

Super-man stopped in front of Tim. “You’re running on fumes, aren’t you?”

Tim blinked. “I—uh—no?”

Clark didn’t buy it. “Bed. After this. No debate.”

The Bat-Family might be bruised and battered, but this ritual reminded them all—they were still standing. Together.