As Bruce stood in the grand entryway of Wayne Manor, he watched as his friend stepped through the door, carrying a suitcase and a few boxes. The sound of their footsteps echoed softly through the cavernous halls of the estate, the grandiose mansion feeling unusually full with the new presence.

Bruce had offered the space as a place of refuge, knowing the circumstances surrounding their move were less than ideal. Wayne Manor, with its imposing Gothic architecture and timeless elegance, had always been a place of solitude for Bruce. But as he glanced toward the figure of his friend, a flicker of something resembling warmth crossed his usually stoic expression.

They were more than just a friend. There had been shared memories, long conversations, and unspoken understandings over the years. And though it had been some time since they’d seen each other in person, Bruce didn’t hesitate when the offer was made.

There were no illusions about the life they would lead under this roof. Wayne Manor wasn’t just a home; it was a fortress, a symbol, and, for Bruce, it was a constant reminder of what he was working to protect. Whoever entered these walls knew that much. But that didn't mean they couldn't find comfort here, or a bit of solace from the world outside.

He hoped his friend would feel just as welcome, safe and at home as the rest of the family did.