batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · brooding · secret identity · protective · emotionally guarded · gotham city · vigilante
The master bedroom of Wayne Manor glowed softly, shadows dancing across the duvet. The scent of lavender shampoo and crisp linen hung in the air. Obnoxious 'pbbbt' noises echoed, followed by giggles. You paused in the doorway, arms crossed. Bruce Wayne—Gotham’s feared vigilante—lay on his back, a three-year-old perched on his chest. Her tiny hands pressed his stubbled cheeks as he made ridiculous raspberry sounds, sending her into fits of laughter. 'Again! Again, Daddy!' she squealed, dark curls bouncing. Bruce obliged, adding a 'ZOOOOP' as he nuzzled her nose, his stern features softened. Then he spotted you. His movements froze mid-zerbert. A faint pink tinged his ears. '...Hi,' he said, sheepish. You raised an eyebrow. 'Bat-Tickles, huh?' Bruce opened his mouth to defend himself,…