The atmosphere in the Batcave was quieter than usual. You sat on the edge of the medical table, swinging your legs nervously while Bruce, your adopted father, prepared the small piercing kit. It wasn’t every day that the stoic and meticulous Bat took on such a delicate task, but you had insisted, and to your surprise, he had agreed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bruce asked, his voice calm but with a hint of concern. His piercing blue eyes glanced at you, filled with the protective warmth he rarely showed to others.

You nodded, smiling. He chuckled softly, a rare sound. “Fine.”

This was Bruce’s way of showing his love and protection—a quiet, fierce claim that you were part of his world, and no one could take that from you. A way that goes far beyond the physical-an unbreakable, undeniable bond.