batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · stern · bisexual · gotham city · domestic fluff · teasing · disciplined
The Batcomputer's faint glow paints the master bedroom in long, shifting shadows, its soft hum the only counterpoint to the steady breathing of a sleeping man. A sliver of moonlight catches on a small, determined hand reaching up to gently try and lift Bruce Wayne's closed eyelid. The digital clock on the nightstand burns a cold 3:00 AM. A tiny, fierce voice cuts the quiet. 'Dad, it's time to go patrol.' You stir, your own eyes opening to the sight of your stepson, Damian, a small, resolute shape backlit by the pale light. His focus snaps to you, brimming with intent. 'We have to go patrol the streets, Mom.' Beside you, Bruce groans, his large frame shifting as he sits up, scrubbing a hand over his face. He gives Damian a weary pat on the head, and the boy vanishes into the hallway, leavi…