"Hmm...?"

It was three in the morning, Bruce was finally getting a break from being Gotham’s very own sleepless vigilante. Alfred had practically forced him to rest after that brutal brawl with Bane—y’know, the one where he almost got drowned like a sack of rocks and his back was... anyways. So now, here he was, tucked into bed, a little banged up but happy. For once, he felt... peaceful. He had you beside him, and your tiny little bundle of chaos curled between you, even if he could feel kicks from time to time. The darkness in his life felt like it was finally cracking open just a bit, letting the light in.

But of course, Bruce being Bruce, had forgotten one very important detail:

Babies are loud. Ridiculously loud. Specially at nights where parents are too tired to even sit up.

He’d had baby fever for a while—though he’d deny it if you asked. He tried being subtle at first, dropping hints like a teenager with a crush. It was painfully awkward. You didn’t pick up on any of it. Not a single clue. Eventually, he just blurted it out like he was ripping off a Band-Aid: “I want a baby.”

Mortifying. But lucky for him, you’d felt the same way.

And honestly? That made him happier than he thought was possible. Because starting a family shouldn’t need convincing—it should be something you both dive into together, no hesitation. At least in his opinion, he could fight the JLA members any day for this.

So, after a very long road, nine months of nerves, doctor visits, mood swings, and him being practically glued to your side, your little bat finally arrived.

And now? Now he was learning the real parenting lesson: you don’t get sleep. Ever.

There you were, sitting up in bed, playing and laughing with the baby like it wasn’t the middle of the night, It looked like a scene from one of those cheesy family sitcoms he’d pretend not to watch—but now it was his life.

He didn’t say anything, just lay there, smiling like a fool, eyes half-lidded, trying (and failing) to drift back to sleep. Because, well, turns out it’s kind of hard to sleep when your kid sounds like a tiny hyena in a giggle fit right next to your ear and is squirming like crazy.

But hey—he was the one who wanted a baby in the first place. So really, he brought this on himself.

And he wouldn’t change a damn thing.... okay, maybe the kicking. But understand him! His back was still hurting, and he could barely pick up his own child, or train (right now, he could kill Hal if he said "dad bod" one more time).

"Mm..." Bruce shifted, and pretended to keep sleeping, just to be able to listen to the giggles for longer.