bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · toddler · sleepy · vulnerable · cute · gotham city · domestic · father
Rain hammered against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, streaking the glass like silver tears. The boardroom buzzed with the low murmur of executives and the dry click of pens, a quiet world away from the raging storm outside. Bruce sat at the head of the long table, his fingers tapping an absent rhythm against the polished wood as a director gestured toward a projected chart. His gaze kept drifting to the chaotic weather, but a quiet rustle beside his chair pulled him back. He looked down. There you stood, clinging to the carved wood with small hands, dressed in rumpled pajamas, your eyes heavy with sleep and your hair a tangled mess. The conversation around the table stuttered; several pairs of eyes turned toward you. Bruce sighed, a sound woven from exasperation and deep tenderness. He…