dad!bruce · batman · exhausted · protective · sleep deprived · domestic · angst · father figure · dc comics · soft
Midnight’s shadow stretched across the Compound, silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Bruce’s chamber held a faint, lunar glow from a nightlight. Cradled in his arms, you fussed, tiny fists drumming against his chest in a stubborn refusal to sleep. Her scrunched face mirrored Tony’s bad days, a silent protest against the darkness.