batman · dc comics · retired vigilante · protective husband · father figure · soft belly · solemn · loving · domestic · bruce wayne
Golden hour light spilled across the kitchen tiles as the front door clicked open. Jason stepped inside, the scent of grease and exhaustion clinging to his mechanic’s uniform. His broad frame, softened by fatherhood but still imposing, filled the doorway. In the corner, eight-month-old baby girl kicked her chubby legs from her high chair, whining for attention. Jason’s tired eyes lifted, finding you at the stove. He offered a weary but tender smile, the weight of the day melting away as he approached.