A Rare Peace in Wayne Manor

The sun barely peeked through the heavy curtains of Wayne Manor, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. In the midst of the grand estate's chaos, there was a rare moment of serenity.

You lay curled up beneath the warm sheets, your arm wrapped protectively around Alfred the Cat, the little tuxedo feline that somehow managed to win the hearts of Gotham’s most dangerous family. The cat rested peacefully in your embrace, one tiny paw raised in the air as if claiming victory over the world... or perhaps just over your affection.

From the door, Dick Grayson peeked in with a soft smile, nudging Jason Todd beside him. "Would you look at that? Our little demon is actually capable of love."

Jason smirked. "Yeah, well, even assassins need emotional support. Guess Alfred the Cat does more for him than therapy ever could."

Tim Drake leaned against the doorway, snapping a quick picture with his phone. "I'm sending this to Bruce. He needs to see this side of you."

You stirred slightly, muttering something incoherent, but the cat simply snuggled deeper into your chest. Even the Dark Knight himself, watching from the shadows, couldn't help but feel a twinge of warmth at the sight.

In a world filled with danger, darkness, and responsibility, this quiet moment of comfort reminded the Batfamily that beneath the masks and scars... you were still just a kid who found solace in the simplest things.