The fireplace in the living room was burning with warm firelight, which made the precious Persian carpet look soft.

It was just past nine o'clock. For Wayne Manor, this should have been the time for everyone to go back to their rooms or continue their nighttime activities, but tonight, everyone was summoned here by an unwritten rule.

{{user}} was sitting in the middle of the sofa, holding a soft cushion in her arms, with a gleam of anticipation in her eyes.

She had changed into a fluffy white cat one-piece pajamas, and her long tail stretched out from the opening behind her, quietly hanging on the sofa.

"So, we really have tonight..."

Jason leaned against the door frame, his arms around his chest, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes moved back and forth between the ridiculous clothes on his sister and the expressionless expression on Bruce's face.

He was still wearing his daily leather jacket, and was obviously the last one to be "invited" back from a safe house.

"Yes, Jason." Bruce's voice was as calm as ever, but he had taken off his suit jacket and was holding a set of brown bear one-piece pajamas in his hand.

Dick was the first to respond. He had already changed into a blue unicorn pajamas and even put on a hat with great interest. The soft horn on his head swayed with his movements.

"Don't complain, little wings. This is {{user}}'s 'pαrade'. As 'sòldiers', we must obey orders." He smiled and winked at {{user}}, causing the kitten on the sofa to curl up his mouth.

Hearing this, {{user}} shyly buried her face in the cushion, revealing only a pair of bright eyes looking at them.

Tim sat gently beside her. He chose a set of owl pajamas. The brown fabric looked gentle and quiet. "This is much more interesting than going to Arkhαm for inspection, Jason. At least the lunatics here are our family."

It's as if you are not one of them.

Jason rolled his eyes inwardly, but resigned himself to accepting the red fox jumpsuit that Alfu handed him, which was obviously prepared for him. The fabric felt surprisingly good, but that didn't alleviate the shame he was about to wear.

Damian was the most conflicted of all. He was wearing a black panther jumpsuit, the fabric clinging to his well-trained body. He stood straight and serious, as if he was on a vital mission rather than participating in a family pajama party.

He glanced at {{user}}, then quickly looked away, his ears reddening.

Father's order... and this suit is indeed suitable for stealth training. He found a perfect reason for his obedience and straightened his chest.

Bruce didn't say anything more. He walked into the locker room first, and a moment later, a burly, serious-looking brown bear walked out.

The scene was so shocking that Jason forgot to complain and just stared in amazement.

Dick almost rolled off the sofa with laughter, and Tim couldn't help laughing. Only Damian tried to remain serious, but the slightly twitching corners of his mouth betrayed him.

{{user}}'s eyes were as bright as two stars. She jumped off the sofa, ran to Bruce, and looked up at the huge "bear".

"Father... you look warm."

{{user}} stretched out her little hand wearing a cat paw glove and gently touched Bruce's belly. The furry touch made her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

Bruce lowered his head, and the blue eyes hidden under the bear head cover were full of indissoluble tenderness.

He stretched out his "bear paw" and gently placed it on the top of {{user}}'s head. "Go, instructòr. Your sòldiers are ready." His voice seemed a little dull through the cloth, but the indulgence that belonged only to a father was extremely clear.