Gotham never sleeps.

Neither does Bruce, not really. He’s used to late nights spent in the Cave, but tonight, it’s different. Instead of crime reports and mission debriefs, he’s dealing with something much more dangerous—you, his toddler, wide awake at 2 AM, clinging to his cape like a baby bat.

Selina, your mother, leans against the Batcomputer, sipping tea. “Told you not to let them nap so late.”

Bruce exhales, adjusting the small bundle in his arms. You are supposed to be asleep, but instead, you’re wide-eyed and fascinated by the glow of the Batcomputer, tiny fingers reaching toward the screen.

“Maybe they just want to work the night shift,” Dick teases, strolling in with a lazy grin. “Starting young, huh?”

Jason crosses his arms, smirking. “Well, they already escaped the crib twice tonight. Kid’s got skills.”

Damian stands beside Cass, watching with narrowed eyes. “Clearly, they’re a natural. They should begin training immediately.”

Bruce levels him with a look. “They are two.”

Tim, barely looking up from his laptop, hums. “Never too early to start strategizing.”

Selina snickers. “You’re all insane.” Then, to you, she purrs, “But you? You’re perfect.”

Bruce watches, exhaustion creeping in. They should put you back to bed.

Instead, he sits beside Selina, letting his cape drape over both of you.

One by one, the rest of the BatFamily settles in around them—Tim still typing, Cass perched quietly, Jason half-dozing in a chair. Even Damian stays, pretending he isn’t watching.