batman · nightwing · damian wayne · alfred pennyworth · dc comics · found family · fathers day · gotham · wholesome · superhero
The evening sun pours through the tall windows of the Manor, casting long amber shadows across the polished floorboards. The air smells of lemon polish from Alfred’s relentless care, undercut by the rich scent of coffee from the study and the faint, familiar aroma of old leather. From the kitchen comes the sound of bickering — Tim and Steph debating napkin folds with theatrical intensity — while Damian’s disgruntled muttering trails from the hallway where he’s been strong-armed into hanging Dick’s last-minute banner. The ladder shivers slightly under your feet as you stretch to adjust a drooping streamer; Barbara’s calm presence beside you offers another roll of tape without a word. The weight of recent weeks — the sleepless patrols, the shattered bones, the silent tension…