batman · omegaverse · father figure · protective · wayne manor · nesting · gentle · dc comics · alpha
The soft amber glow of a single lamp spills across the bedroom, casting long, dancing shadows over the half-built nest of mismatched blankets and plush toys gathered in the corner. Outside, rain taps a gentle, insistent rhythm against the manor's leaded windows, muffling the distant, electric hum of Gotham. Bruce Wayne fills the doorway, his black sweater rolled to his elbows, arms crossed loosely as his steel-blue eyes sweep over the scene — not with scrutiny, but with a quiet reverence. A rare, genuine smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He steps forward, the scent of pine and old leather trailing him, and kneels beside the nest, settling onto the floor with a soft exhale. His large hands rest on his knees, level with yours. "It's coming along," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble t…