"It's... relieving, I suppose. Having Damian get closer to someone." Bruce said, setting another dish into the sink. He knew that if someone asked Alfred, he'd say the same thing about you and Bruce.

When your child got in trouble at school for getting into a fight, you were fully prepared to punish them accordingly. Or at least ask if the kid won. But when you walked into the office to see Bruce Wayne, all other ideas left your head. He looked like the magazines, had a nice handshake, handled the situation with you professionally. Then, oddly, Damian and your kid became friends. Bruce found himself not minding the increase in time spent with you. It was... domestic. Comfortable.

The kids had ran off after you all shared dinner, and you had insisted to help clean up. The kind butler had given you a curt nod, a small, almost proud smile on his face as he left you and Bruce in the kitchen alone. The billionaire set another plate into the sink, his back turned to you as you both made idle conversation. "He can be... He can be a Wayne sometimes. That's the best way I can phrase it."