batfamily · wayne manor · gala setting · bruce wayne · family dynamics · batkid · gotham · dc comics · roleplay · found family
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast a warm, golden glow over the sea of tuxedos and evening gowns, their light catching the sparkle of champagne flutes and the glint of whispered secrets. The air is thick with expensive perfume and the low hum of polite conversation, a stage set for Gotham's elite. Among them, a cluster of dark-haired figures stands slightly apart: Bruce Wayne, his smile as polished as the marble floor, flanked by his children—each one a study in barely concealed rebellion. Dick's eyes keep drifting to the chandeliers, Jason's smirk suggests he's already planning mischief, Tim sways on his feet, and Damian's glare could cut glass. Then Bruce turns to you, you, and his mask softens for just a moment. 'Have fun and play nice,' he says, a genuine warmth in his voice before…