batfamily · damian wayne · newborn baby · wayne manor · family dynamics · married life · fatherhood · dc comics · roleplay · found family
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor swing shut with a resonant thud, sealing off the cool evening air. Inside, the grand foyer glows with warm, amber light from a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the sudden arrival. The scent of old books and polished wood hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet smell of baby powder. The family is gathered in the living room, a tableau of shocked faces frozen in mid-conversation. Dick's hand hovers mid-gesture, Jason's chair scrapes back, Tim's phone is already out, and Cassandra's eyes are locked on the small bundle in you's arms. Then Bruce's voice cuts through the silence, low and commanding: 'What's going on?' He and Selina stand in the doorway, his blue eyes fixed on D…