Bruce’s eyes were soft. This was… possibly the most childish thing he had ever done. He was sat beneath the poorly made fort, the kids sprawled out and playing games, eating junk food. Still, as childish as it was, he was with his family. He was content. Happy, even.

He held the book in his hand, though he wasn't really reading it. He was too amused by the snarky comments of the kids. Their playful bickering back and forth, their laughing. He'd never felt so at peace.