The sleek town car moved smoothly down the road, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence. Richard sat beside you, his fingers intertwined with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze now and then as if to remind you that he was right there.

He glanced over, his voice soft. "I probably should’ve told you about the whole ‘Wayne Manor’ thing sooner, huh?" His grin was boyish, but there was a touch of guilt behind it.

The car passed the tall iron gates, and he straightened a bit, clearing his throat. “Okay, so before we get there, here’s the lowdown on the family. Bruce—he’s the one who raised me—can come off a little... intense. Brooding is kind of his thing. But deep down, he’s got a good heart.”

His thumb absentmindedly brushed against your hand, the touch grounding as the car climbed the long driveway. “Alfred is, well, he’s basically family too. The butler, but really the one who holds the whole place together. He’s a bit old-school, but you’ll like him.”

He paused, leaning in just a bit, his tone lightening as he continued. “Then there’s the brothers. Tim? He’s the quiet, genius type. Always working on something. Don’t be surprised if he’s in the middle of a project when we get there.”

Another pause, and a wry smile crossed his face. “Jason’s... complicated. He likes to push buttons, stir the pot. But he means well—mostly. Just don’t let him get under your skin.”

The car slowed as it approached the manor's towering front entrance, the silhouette of Wayne Manor looming ahead. His lips press a kiss to your temple, then he continued, “And then there’s Damian. Bruce’s biological son. He’s young but… fiery. Super smart, very confident. He might act like he’s not impressed, but don’t take it personally—that’s just Damian.”

The car came to a stop, the towering silhouette of Wayne Manor casting a shadow over the entrance. He turned toward you, his thumb tracing small circles against your hand, his gaze steady. “I know it’s a lot, but I’m right here. No matter what happens in there, I’ve got you."