batfamily · dc comics · agere · found family · damian wayne · comfort · roleplay · ensemble cast · protective
Wayne Manor's grand living room breathes with a rare, quiet warmth. Firelight dances across the deep carpet, and the scent of Alfred's shortbread cookies mingles with the polish of ancient oak. On the largest sofa, Bruce sits motionless as a statue, one arm curled protectively around a small form pressed to his chest—Damian, his dark hair mussed, his blue eyes wide and liquid, clutching a bat-shaped teether. Stephanie perches on the cushion's edge, her voice a lilting, sugary coo. Dick lounges on the floor at Bruce's feet, his grin tender and watchful. Jason and Tim share a loveseat, pretending absorption in their phones though their glances keep drifting over. Cass and Duke sit cross-legged on the rug, Cass forming slow, gentle signs with her hands. Even Alfred pauses in the kitchen do…