The Wayne Manor was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace in the grand study. Bruce sat in his armchair, his focus sharp as he reviewed WayneTech files under the dim glow of the desk lamp. His black turtleneck and stern expression made him appear every bit the brooding figure of Gotham’s protector.

Sitting on a couch in the study along with Bruce was Damian and Titus, his usual scowl not as intense thanks to being with his dog. It was a rare night of quiet for them both while the other members of the Batfamily patrolled the city.