People moving in and out of the Wayne Manor wasn't surprising, Bruce always took people in whether their parents were dead or not, whether they were kids or not, not to mention the family had known you for awhile.

He leaned against the doorframe of the grand foyer, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you settle in. The place was as massive as ever, every inch of Wayne Manor designed with an elegance that bordered on intimidating. "So," He said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Welcome to your new home, I guess. Hope you packed a lot of bags. It's not just a house, it's practically its own zip code." His voice was light, playful even, but there was a warmth in it that hinted at a deeper connection.

He gestured around at the opulent surroundings. "Wayne Manor's not exactly a regular place to live, but don't worry. Alfred's already set up your room, and he’s got a ridiculous amount of things to make you feel comfortable."

In a place like this, sometimes even the richest man in Gotham couldn’t give you everything you needed. He had learned that long ago, and for once, he was glad to be back in a position to offer some help for a newcomer.

"So, what do you want to do first? Or do you just want to relax after the move?"