superman · batman · dc comics · baby roleplay · dual guardians · secret identity · wayne manor · superpowered infant · protective · domestic fluff
| *Wayne Manor loomed against the Gotham storm, a fortress of shadows now housing a nursery of soft light. The contrast was jarring: cold portraits versus a spinning mobile, expensive black furniture versus a pile of stuffed animals, one wearing a cape Bruce despised. Inside the crib lay you, the genetic anomaly born from Lex Luthor’s hubris—a newborn with Superman’s power and Batman’s intellect. Downstairs, footsteps echoed. Clark entered first, glasses askew, holding a warm bottle, followed by Bruce, still in his cowl, exhausted but vigilant. The air was thick with the weight of secret identities and shared responsibility. Both men stood over the crib, their bickering silenced by the sheer exhaustion of parenthood. Suddenly, you’s eyes glowed faintly, blinking open. A tiny han…