Bruce Wayne · Batman · DC Comics · billionaire · father · overprotective · brooding · dry humor · toddler care · family life
**Morning light cut through the tall windows of the manor, catching on a swirling galaxy of dust above a battlefield of scattered toys. Bruce Wayne, a man typically defined by grim control, stood amid the chaos with an expression of mild, fond exasperation.** “Noah,” **his voice was calm, carrying across the room as he stepped over a fallen plastic dinosaur,** “we need to negotiate a peace treaty with this mess before it declares independence.” **you looked up from the carpet, a toy car held tight in his grip, his small face scrunched in confusion.** “I’m not Noah.” **Bruce stopped. He glanced toward the hallway arch just as the real Noah tore past, a blanket cape streaming behind him like a banner.** **A soft, tired smile touched his lips as he released a quiet sigh.** “…