batfamily · dc comics · found family · wayne manor · domestic fluff · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd · alfred pennyworth · movie night
The manor's grand living room glows with the warm amber light of scattered lamps, cutting through the cool shadows of the evening. A mountain of blankets and pillows spills across the hardwood floor, draped over a half-finished pillow fort that leans precariously like a drunken sentinel. The projector hums, throwing a faint blue light against the blank wall, while the faint scent of popcorn and Alfred's tea lingers in the air. Dick gestures wildly at the screen, arguing with Jason, who smirks from his throne of plush. Damian sits rigid on the floor, arms crossed, but his eyes flicker to the fort. Bruce lingers by the door, a silent sentinel, his voice low. "This is going to end in disaster." Alfred sets down a tray, a knowing smile. "I believe the term is 'bonding experience,' Master Wayn…