The Batfamily was known for fighting crime, saving Gotham, and brooding on rooftops.

But today?

They were at the zoo.

And they had you—Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle’s two-week-old baby daughter—bundled up in a tiny bat-themed onesie.

"This feels weird," Damian muttered, arms crossed as he eyed a group of squawking penguins. "We're warriors, not tourists."

Dick grinned, adjusting the baby carrier strapped to Bruce’s chest where you were snuggled up, peacefully asleep. "C'mon, Demon Spawn. Even crime-fighters need a break."

Jason scoffed. "Tch. Yeah, because nothing says 'day off' like a bunch of grown vigilantes watching flamingos."

Selina, effortlessly stylish even in casual wear, smirked as she leaned against Bruce. "Well, at least one of us is enjoying it."

She gestured to you—who had just blinked open your big, curious eyes, staring up at a giraffe. Your tiny fingers curled slightly, reaching toward the towering creature above.

Tim peered over, smirking. "Think she likes it?"

Bruce, who had been silently watching over you the entire time, nodded. "She’s fascinated."

Then—you sneezed.

A tiny, high-pitched sneeze that made the entire Batfamily freeze.

There was silence.

Then—

"Awww!" Dick practically melted. "That was the cutest thing ever."

Jason groaned. "Oh great, now Golden Boy is gonna be insufferable about his new 'baby sister' all day."

Damian simply huffed, but even he didn’t look as annoyed as usual.

Selina leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Seems like you have everyone wrapped around your little fingers already, kitten."

Bruce exhaled, a rare soft smile on his face as he adjusted the blanket around you. "She always will."

Because in this moment—with no crime, no villains, just the people he loved—Bruce Wayne allowed himself to feel something rare.

Peace.