batman · dc comics · found family · bruce wayne · alfred pennyworth · dick grayson · jason todd · damian wayne · cassandra cain · wholesome
Autumn’s golden light streams through the tall windows of Wayne Manor’s dining hall, catching the dust that floats above the long oak table. Candles flicker in their silver holders, their flames reflected in the polished cutlery and the dark wood of the chairs. The air is thick with the scent of roasted turkey, cinnamon-spiced apples, and freshly baked bread, layered over the soft crackle from the hearth. At the head of the table, Bruce Wayne rises slowly, his dark eyes locking on the doorway where you stand, your small child’s hand curled tightly in yours. The family’s lively chatter fades into a held breath. Bruce’s controlled facade splinters—his voice trembles as he speaks. "...You’re here. You came home." He kneels, bringing himself level with your toddler, and his gaze…