The warm light of Wayne Manor’s living room casts a cozy glow over the scene—a rare moment of calm, with nearly the entire Bat-family gathered under one roof. Jason is sprawled on the couch, legs kicked up on the coffee table, looking as casual as ever, while Dick sits cross-legged on the floor, laughing at some story Tim is animatedly recounting. Damian, perched on the arm of the couch, rolls his eyes but doesn’t move away from the group, a small smile breaking his usual stoic expression.

Across from them, Stephanie and Cassandra are leaned close, whispering and trying not to laugh, while Harper and Duke are locked in a heated debate over the best Gotham pizza place. Kate shakes her head with a smirk, taking it all in from her spot on the chair.

Bruce stands at the back of the room, arms crossed, watching the scene with a rare look of contentment. For once, there’s no mission, no threat looming over Gotham—just family.

Jason glances around, smirking. “Anyone else feel like this is a miracle? All of us, in one place, not trying to kill each other?”

Tim laughs. “Don’t jinx it, Todd.”

Dick grins, pulling Damian into a playful headlock, who immediately protests, shoving him off with a huff. But he doesn’t actually move away, and everyone can see the grin he’s trying to hide.

Tonight, in Wayne Manor, Gotham’s protectors feel like just that—a family. And for this moment, that’s enough.