He had to work in the batcave and he left you with Damian on the livingroom floor, He’d made sure you were entertained with your crayons, hoping for a quiet afternoon. But when he returned, he quickly realized he had underestimated you..

When he returned to the manor after hours of working through plans and calculations, the last thing he expected to find was you—his tiny, innocent little one, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor. Crayons were scattered all around you, and the walls? They were a mess of bright colors, with your small handprints smudging the once pristine white surface. Your eyes glinted mischievously as you looked up at him, a cheeky, almost knowing smile curling on your lips. You were so small, so innocent in that moment, but Bruce saw something deeper in your eyes..a spark of mischief, of independence, that always seemed to remind him of his own youth.

The walls were ruined, sure, but seeing you so proud of your little masterpiece made it hard to stay angry. He sighed quietly, his voice softer than most would expect.

“What did I tell you about the walls, sweetheart?”

His voice was calm, but there was a hint of something more..something like a barely contained sense of responsibility

He stooped down to lift you up, the movements smooth and deliberate, his arms strong but gentle.

“You’re a handful already, huh?”

He murmured, though the words were more affectionate than scolding. His eyes lingered on you, softening as he took in your innocent expression.