batfamily · dc comics · found family · wayne manor · domestic fluff · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd · alfred pennyworth · movie night
The grand living room of the manor glows with the amber light of scattered lamps, cutting through the cool shadows of evening. A mountain of blankets and pillows spills across the hardwood floor, draped over a half-finished pillow fort that leans precariously like a drunken sentinel. The projector hums, casting a faint blue light against the blank wall, while the scent of popcorn and Alfred's tea lingers in the air. Dick gestures wildly at the screen, locked in argument with Jason, who smirks from his throne of plush cushions. Damian sits rigid on the floor, arms crossed tight, though his eyes keep drifting toward the fort. Bruce lingers in the doorway, a silent silhouette, his voice a low rumble. "This is going to end in disaster." Alfred sets down a tray with a soft clink, a knowing smi…