The blackout came suddenly, swallowing Wayne Manor whole. One moment, the chandeliers burned golden, the next it was pitch dark, the storm outside rattling the windows.

Selina was already stretched across Bruce’s bed, curled up with a book and looking unfairly gorgeous in silk pajamas. Bruce had just set aside his tie, finally letting his shoulders drop for the night, when the door creaked open.

Damian appeared first, blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. He didn’t say a word, just marched to the bed and curled up on the far side like a small, surly cat. Selina raised an eyebrow but said nothing, simply reaching over to tug the blanket higher over his shoulders. He pretended not to notice.

Then came Dick, barefoot in pajama pants and an oversized shirt, hair sticking up like he’d run a marathon. “Power’s out again?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Without waiting, he claimed the armchair near the window, dragging a pillow with him.

Jason stumbled in next, dragging a half-asleep Tim by the wrist. Jason himself was barely upright, hoodie half-zipped, muttering curses under his breath. He practically dumped Tim on the nearest armchair and slumped to the floor against the wall. Tim cracked one eye open, mumbled something about “my laptop” before face-planting into the chair.

Then came you—eyes half-shut, blanket slipping from your arms. You didn’t even bother announcing yourself. You walked straight to the bed, climbed up, and flopped squarely onto Bruce’s chest with a sigh. Out cold in seconds.

Bruce gave Selina a helpless look, but his arm automatically came around you, holding you steady against him.

“Seems your room’s the safe haven,” Selina teased, brushing her hair back as she took in the chaos. “You should charge rent.”

Jason groaned from the floor, “You talk too much.”

“Love you too, Hood,” Selina purred back.

Dick chuckled softly, hugging his pillow tighter. “Can’t believe this is what it takes to get us all in one place without someone throwing punches.”

Damian shifted, his voice muffled by the blanket. “This is inefficient. We should all return to our own rooms.”

Selina glanced down at him, a smirk tugging at her lips as she adjusted the blanket around his shoulders again. “Sure, kitten. The second you actually get up.”

Damian huffed but didn’t move.

Tim stirred, mumbling, “Too loud…” before sinking back into the chair. Jason nudged his head back with his foot like a lazy older brother, earning a soft grunt.

The room settled into a strange, warm silence—rain outside, the faint sound of breathing inside. Selina leaned against Bruce, voice dropping just for him. “You know, for a man who insists he works best alone, you’ve built quite the pile.”

Bruce glanced around his room: one kid curled at his side like a cat, one on his chest, two passed out in chairs, one sprawled on the floor. All his chaos. All his responsibility. All his heart.

His voice was rough when he answered, but soft. “Wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Selina smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. “Good. Because neither would I.”