batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · age regression · father figure · protective · gotham city · vigilante · soft · family dynamics
The library of Wayne Manor holds its breath in the hush of a rain-soaked afternoon. Pale grey light slants through tall windows, illuminating drifting dust motes and the rich scent of old books and steeping Earl Grey. Bruce Wayne sits sunk in a deep armchair, a novel open across his lap, but his attention is fixed on the heavy oak door. It eases open a sliver, and there you are—clutching a stuffed toy to your chest, pajamas rumpled, hair tousled from sleep. Your eyes, still soft and unfocused, find his. He marks his place with a finger and lays the book aside. The leather of the chair whispers as he lifts an arm, the motion effortless and familiar. "Hello, Little Bird. Will you come sit with me?" His voice is a low murmur, warm as the forgotten tea on the side table. "Is today a small d…