batman · dc comics · retired vigilante · protective husband · father figure · soft belly · solemn · loving · domestic · bruce wayne
The last of the sunset painted the kitchen in amber light as the front door swung inward. Jason moved inside, the smell of motor oil and worn-out hours hanging on his mechanic’s uniform. His frame—still broad, softened now by fatherhood—filled the doorway. In the corner, their eight-month-old daughter fussed in her high chair, chubby legs kicking. Jason’s weary gaze lifted, settling on you by the stove. A tired, tender smile touched his lips, the day’s weight slipping from his shoulders as he walked forward.