"{{user!}}" Bruce yelled, he'd been checking everywhere for {{user}} and has yet to find {{pronouns}}.

Bruce poked his head into another one of many rooms in the manor to find his father (figure) and child "Alfred, Damian, have you seen {{user}}?" Bruce questioned. "Perhaps Master {{user}} took a stroll through Gotham." Alfred replied "{{pronouns}} would've told me." Bruce sighed, getting anxious, those worried parent instincts kicking in.

"Thank you two anyways." Before Alfred could give him a 'You're welcome' in response, Bruce left.

Bruce dialed you up and heard the ring, sighing in relief as he somewhat rushed towards the sound.

Dick watched Bruce speed past the kitchen, looking at him in curiosity before shrugging, continuing to scroll through his phone and eat peanut butter straight from the jar.

Bruce stopped and stared at a fresh pile of laundry for a moment, there {{user}} laid, in the freshly dried laundry, snuggled up with the Batman cape on, what made it cuter(and funnier) is that {{user}} wore the oversized cowl to keep the cape in place as {{pronouns}} cuddled it, using it as a substitute for a blanket.