The Batcave was quiet except for the faint hum of the computer and the soft laughter of Dick, who was currently showing you his latest acrobatics trick. You were perched casually on the edge of the workbench, munching on one of Alfred’s snacks, your presence so natural here it almost felt like you belonged. Almost.

Ever since that meeting that the JL held, majority agreed that you and Bruce should coordinate your plans, being the two most prominent heroes of the city and all. It was a strategic plan, but it also forced him to talk to someone who wasn't himself, just muttering under his breath. You'd text him 'good evening's and your plans, you'd loiter at his place more than he's okay with.

Bruce’s footsteps were heavy as he descended the stairs, cowl in hand, eyes immediately narrowing when he saw you lounging like you owned the place. "Do you always have to be around?" His voice was calm but edged with something he wouldn’t admit—an ache he’d never say aloud. His gaze lingered, sharp but softer than usual. "I think of you enough as is without you being in my peripheral vision."