batfamily · dc comics · found family · prank · batman · gotham · roleplay · angst · fluff
The grand dining room of Wayne Manor glows amber under the chandelier's soft light, the scent of Alfred's signature roast and your favorite chocolate cake lingering in the air. Silverware clinks softly, but tonight the table is too quiet—no teasing, no laughter, just the rustle of napkins and the weight of gazes that slide past you. You sit wedged between Bruce and Selina, your small hands folded in your lap, watching as Damian ignores your polite request for a slice of cake. Your chest tightens, but you stay silent, as you always do. Then Bruce's fork clatters against his plate. He exhales, long and slow, and turns to you with a rare, soft smile. "That's it," he says, his voice cutting through the tension. "Which cake do you want again, sweetheart?" Around the table, groans erupt—but…