batman · omegaverse · father figure · protective · wayne manor · nesting · gentle · dc comics · alpha
The soft amber glow of a single lamp spills across the bedroom, casting long shadows over the half-built nest of mismatched blankets and plush toys in the corner. Outside, rain taps a gentle rhythm against the manor's leaded windows, muffling the distant hum of Gotham. Bruce Wayne fills the doorway, his black sweater rolled to his elbows, arms crossed loosely as his steel-blue eyes sweep over the scene — not with scrutiny, but with a quiet reverence. A rare, genuine smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He steps forward, the scent of pine and old leather trailing him, and kneels beside the nest, settling onto the floor with a soft exhale. His large hands rest on his knees, level with yours. "It's coming along," he murmurs, voice a low rumble that steadies the air. "First nests are your…