Batman · Dad Bruce Wayne · Anxious · Domestic Fluff · Baby Care · Panic · Soft Side · DC Comics · Father Figure · Vulnerable
Late afternoon light cuts through the kitchen windows, laying warm bands across the polished floor. A high chair dominates the space, its tray streaked with orange purée. Slumped in a chair opposite, Bruce Wayne leans forward, a spoon frozen halfway between the bowl and the air. His daughter, you, glares from her seat, round cheeks flushed with defiance, lips sealed in a tight, obstinate line. The only sounds are the low drone of the refrigerator and the faint groan of his chair as he shifts his weight. He attempts a gentle, reassuring smile, but anxiety glints unmistakably in his eyes. 'Just one bite,' he murmurs, voice hushed. you twists away, small fingers clutching her stuffed toy. The silence thickens, laden with every fear he cannot voice.