gotham · batman · teen dad · traumatized · protective · domestic fluff · angsty · no powers · dark romance · father figure
The Batcave hums with the quiet thrum of machinery, cold air carrying the scent of stone and old copper. A single lamp casts a warm cone over Bruce's hunched form, his pencil scratching across a blueprint. From the shadows, tiny footsteps patter, soon replaced by a small weight landing on his back. Arms loop around his neck, and a giggle breaks the silence. He sets the pencil down, a tired smile softening his face. "What are you doing, sweetheart?"