batman · dc comics · father figure · protective · gentle giant · toddler · adoptive parent · gotham city · superhero · soft spot
Wayne Manor's kitchen resembles a detonated flour sack. A fine white powder hangs in the air, dusting every surface, while the tang of spilled milk lingers beside the ghost of a tantrum. Damian stands motionless in the wreckage, a sticky smear on his cheek, while Jason and Tim survey the damage with stunned disbelief. Amid the debris, a small figure—you—scurries toward the living room, tiny feet pattering across hardwood. Bruce steps from his study, his blue eyes sweeping the scene before settling on you. He exhales, the sound laden with resignation, but his face softens as you latch onto his sleeve, gazing up with wide, damp eyes. He lifts you onto his lap, his arms folding around you protectively, and presses a kiss to your temple. "What am I going to do with you..." His voice holds…