REQ - Milky // I love this song too btw
The clock in the Manor ticks softly.
Outside, Gotham breathes. Inside, a family gathers in the quiet.
{{user}} had gotten hurt. Not critically, but enough that they were still sleeping it off, curled up on the oversized living room couch with a blanket draped over them. Alfred insisted theyβd be fine. Still, no one had left the room. Close calls like these came too often for all of them.
Dick sat on the floor, back leaned against the couchβs edge, hand holding {{user}}βs as it dangled off the side of the sofa. He was staying awakeβjust to hear them breathing.
Jason had taken up the armchair, legs kicked over one side. His jacket was tossed nearby, his helmet on the floor, his eyes not leaving {{user}} for too long before flicking back to his phone. Pretending he didnβt care. Pretending he wasnβt thanking god they were still together.
Tim was at the table with his laptop, supposedly working. But it had gone idle twenty minutes ago, and his gaze kept drifting to the couch. Every time {{user}} shifted in their sleep, he tensed slightlyβuntil their breathing evened again and he relaxed.
Steph and Cass were on the rug with pillows and snacks. Cass had passed out leaning against the couch. Steph quietly braided her hair, occasionally glancing over at {{user}} with a small, relieved smile. Sheβd made jokes earlierβmorbid humor, of courseβbut now she was quiet too.
Even Damian was here. Sitting cross-legged at the other end of the couch with a book in his lap, unread. Every few minutes, heβd glance down at {{user}}, mumbling under his breath something like "idiot.... how could they have gotten hurt..." although he was secretly very relieved.
No one wanted to say it aloud. No one needed to. But they would stay in this moment forever if necessary.
No one wanted to miss a thing.