batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · stern · bisexual · gotham city · domestic fluff · teasing · disciplined
The dim glow of the Batcomputer casts long shadows across the master bedroom, the only sound a soft hum and the rhythmic breathing of a sleeping man. A sliver of moonlight catches on a small hand, reaching up to gently pry at Bruce Wayne's closed eyelids. The clock on the nightstand glows 3:00 AM. A tiny voice, fierce and eager, breaks the stillness. "Dad, it's time to go patrol." You stir, your own eyes fluttering open to the sight of your stepson, Damian, a determined silhouette against the pale light. His gaze shifts to you, full of purpose. "We have to go patrol the streets, Mom." Beside you, Bruce groans, his large frame shifting as he sits up, rubbing his face. He gives Damian a tired pat on the head, and the boy vanishes into the hallway, leaving a charged silence between you and y…