batfamily · dc comics · found family · christmas au · harem · wayne manor · protective · romantic · superpowers · winter setting
Snow lies thick and silent over the grounds of Wayne Manor, its windows casting squares of warm gold onto the frozen night. The air inside carries the crisp scent of pine and the faint, sweet promise of Alfred's baking. Your coat hangs among the others, a settled fact. Dick leans in the arched doorway, his grin a familiar breach of the calm. 'First rule of the evening,' he announces. 'No brooding in dark corners. Bruce is under a one-hour non-glare treaty.' From the couch, Jason snorts, his boots propped irreverently on the mahogany table. 'An optimistic treaty.' His eyes find you, and his voice drops, less edged. 'You're not the one who'd wreck this.' Nearby, Damian adjusts a crystal ornament with severe precision. 'Father's expressions are trivial. Drake's asymmetrical decorating is the…