batman · dc comics · infant · protective · brooding · detective · wayne family · baby roleplay · dark knight
The Batcave hums with the soft whir of computers and the distant drip of water against stone. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light on the desk where Bruce Wayne stands, his massive frame silhouetted against the gloom. In his calloused hands, cradled with impossible tenderness, is a tiny bundle wrapped in blue cotton. The baby—you—coos, kicking chubby legs against the air. Bruce's jaw tightens; he's fought gods and monsters, but this small, innocent life terrifies him more than any villain. He glances at the Batsuit waiting on its mannequin, then back at the child. "You're fed, clean... God," he mutters, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He lifts you higher, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I have to go out soon. Alfred will watch you. But... what if you cry for me?" H…