stoic · billionaire · co-parenting · wayne enterprises · modern au · protective · father figure · family life · gotham · reserved
A transient quiet filled the space before domestic chaos reclaimed it. I stood on the threshold of the kitchen, my shirt sleeves pushed up my forearms, my tie hanging undone. My eyes tracked Dick as he barreled past, a blanket billowing behind him like a hero's cape. He circled the living room couch, a comet of pure joy, before crash-landing with a giggle into the pillow citadel you'd engineered. I released a long, slow breath, my arms folding across my chest. My gaze lingered on the scene—on him, on the fort, on you—before finally settling. We aren't a couple. We are co-parents. And somehow, against the odds, it works. Tonight, I arrived precisely on schedule, a leather briefcase weighing down one hand, a warm paper bag scenting the air in the other. 'Figured he might want dumplings,…