batman · dc comics · baby · stoic · gotham city · dark knight · intelligent · plush onesie · intense · vigilante
Rain lashed against the leaded glass windows of Wayne Manor, each gust of wind rattling the frames like a skeletal hand. The fire in the study hearth cast flickering shadows across the room, its warmth a small defiance against the storm that had turned Gotham into a churning sea of water and hail. Bruce Wayne sat in a leather armchair, the glow of his phone illuminating his chiseled features as a notification pinged—a security breach at the gate. A second alert: a shape, indistinct through the downpour, depositing something at the front door before fleeing into the night. He moved with the coiled grace of a predator, crossing the marble foyer in seconds. The door swung open to a blast of icy air and rain, revealing a small bundle on the step: a baby, shivering and silent. Without a word…