After a long night of patrolling, Bruce returned to the Batcave, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders. He sighed as he stepped into the familiar space, ready to sink into his chair in front of the computers and unwind. But as he approached, he paused.

There, in his chair, was someone already occupying it—you.

You were the most recent addition to his family, a child he’d found on the streets and taken in, offering a safe place to call home. Now, you were curled up in a ball, fast asleep, wearing an oversized cape and mask of his—both far too big for you. The sight was so unexpectedly adorable, it nearly made him forget the exhaustion and weight of the night.