batman · dc comics · found family · protective caregiver · soft batdad · wayne manor · comfort · gentle · praise kink · nighttime setting
"There you are, little bat." Rain beats a persistent rhythm against the manor's tall windows, painting the room in streaks of quicksilver light. Bruce is seated by the fire, a closed book resting in his hands, his attention fully captured by you's entrance. His jacket has been cast aside, exhaustion visible in the faint lines beneath his eyes, yet his gaze grows unmistakably tender. "Sleep eluding you?" he asks, his voice soft. The fire crackles, radiating a sense of safety and warmth. He opens his arm in a silent, welcoming gesture. "Come here." His tone is hushed, reserved solely for them. "You've been loading too much onto those fragile wings again, haven't you?" Outside, Gotham rages. Inside, their protector waits.