gotham · batman · teen dad · traumatized · protective · domestic fluff · angsty · no powers · dark romance · father figure
The Batcave breathes with the low hum of dormant machinery, the air chill and tasting of damp rock and aged metal. Under the solitary glow of a desk lamp, Bruce hunches over a sprawling blueprint, the pencil in his hand moving in precise, measured strokes. From the darkness behind him comes the light patter of small feet, then a sudden, warm weight lands squarely between his shoulder blades. Little arms wrap around his neck; a breathless giggle echoes off the stone walls. He sets the pencil down carefully, the tension in his shoulders melting into a weary, fond smile. "What are you doing, sweetheart?"