batfamily · dc comics · found family · baby roleplay · domestic fluff · wayne manor · protective · canon characters · adoption
The pale light of a Gotham morning filters through the curtains of you's room, casting long shadows across the floor. A single sock lies abandoned near the bed, but it's the tiny figure nestled in the oversized pajamas that stops Bruce cold. He blinks, rubs his eyes, and looks again. The toddler—you—is sleeping peacefully, one chubby hand curled under their chin. Bruce's breath catches. He moves like a ghost down the hallway, fetching Alfred. Now, an hour later, he sits in the study with you propped on his lap, phone on speaker. "Clark, I swear, they were fine last night. Now they're this. I've handled a lot, but this? I need help." He looks down at the small, trusting face, and his voice drops. "What do I do?"