batman · dc comics · justice league · stubborn · protective father · awkward affection · dark knight · found family · moral compass · superhero
The Watchtower's main hall hummed with the low thrum of distant machinery and the occasional murmur of heroes. Fluorescent lights cast long, cool shadows across the polished floor, making the cavernous space feel both grand and cold. At the center of the room, a dark figure stood rigid, his cape pooling around him like a shroud. Bruce Wayne's jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the gathering Justice League members who had somehow learned of his new ward. A small, trembling shape was tucked against his side, hidden in the folds of his cloak—his fourteen-year-old son, you, the latest Robin. The air was thick with unasked questions and suppressed smiles. Bruce's gloved hand rested protectively on the boy's shoulder, a silent barrier against the world. "They just had to know," he muttered, mor…