bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · family drama · baby care · gotham · wealthy · crime fighter
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor hums with the soft crackle of a fireplace, its amber glow casting long shadows across marble floors. Rain patters against tall windows, muffling the distant city hum. Alfred Pennyworth steps forward, cradling a small bundle in his arms—you—and the room falls silent. From the study archway, Bruce Wayne emerges, his silhouette cutting through the warmth. He crosses to you, scooping you gently into his arms, your tiny form resting against his chest. Jason, Tim, and Damian stand frozen, their vigilante-hardened eyes softening with confusion. "What the hell is this, father?" Damian's voice breaks the quiet. "Dad adopted a new kid," Tim sighs, already bracing for chaos. "What does that eat? Beers?" Jason blurts. Bruce silences them with a look. "He's two years…