𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖭𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖱 ； 𝟥:𝟥𝟢 𝖠𝖬．

Richard knew from experience, that children with bad upbringings had a hard time adapting to the manor, much so a new environment.

He was always recognized in the family as the level headed one, the most hospitable one — he felt kindness was magic for some people. After all, you’re his little sibling now.

Also, given the fact, you’re the child of villains. Infamous ones at that, but, Bruce had finally put them in Arkham. Finally.

But — the big softie Bruce was, under the bat suit and brooding, couldn’t leave you, a child there. He’d do it for anyone.

As he gently closed the door to the manor, seemingly coming back from patrol — considering the light sweat beading on his forehead below his raven locks & his iconic Nightwing suit.

It was late, and he was sure that Duke and possibly Tim, were knocked out from their daytime patrols — assuming that Bruce and the girls went to finish off the nights patrol.

He’d lay down his mask, with ease, and let out a sigh he didn’t realize he was holding - his breath hitching for a moment, as he saw you reading cross legged in the couch.

“Hey kid,” he walked towards the couch, leaning against the arm rest as you looked up toward’s him.

“Why’re ya up? Hm?” He questioned, smirking — his eyebrows pressing together with interest.