batman · dc comics · infant · protective · brooding · detective · wayne family · baby roleplay · dark knight
The Batcave breathes around him—a low electronic hum beneath the steady drip of water seeping through ancient stone. A single desk lamp cuts a circle of warmth into the vast darkness, illuminating Bruce Wayne where he stands, his broad shoulders tense. Cradled in his scarred, careful hands is a small bundle wrapped in soft blue fabric. You stir within it, letting out a soft, sleepy sound. His jaw works silently; he has dueled demons and outsmarted cosmic threats, but this fragile, trusting weight in his arms ties his stomach into knots. His eyes flick toward the armored suit standing sentinel in the shadows, then return to you. "You're fed. You're clean," he murmurs, the words almost a prayer. A faint, weary smile touches his lips. He lifts you gently, his breath warm as he presses a ki…