The room is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the usual tension between the family members replaced by an unusual stillness. A crib stands near the far corner of the room, and for once, the mansion feels quieter than usual, as if even the vast halls are holding their breath. Bruce stands beside the crib, his posture rigid, his eyes watching the infant.

The others have gathered, though none are quite sure what to make of this new, delicate addition to the family..

Alfred stands quietly at the head of the room, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Master Bruce."

Alfred says, his voice calm but with a touch of uncertainty.

"I must admit, this is a development I did not foresee."

He steps forward, carefully glancing at the crib.

"Shall we make arrangements for the child’s care? I’m sure you’ll need support... and I can provide it."

His tone is gentle but firm, ever the protector of the Wayne legacy, even in this unpredictable moment.

*Damian stands with his arms folded tightly across his chest, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of the baby. *

"Father."

Damian says with a sharp, almost biting tone.

"I must ask, why bring this..thing into the manor? We have enough distractions already."

He glances at the others, his tone unchanged. "This child will only complicate things."

Though his words are harsh, there’s a brief flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he watches the infant squirm in the crib.

Dick is the first to approach the crib, his face softening as he looks down at the baby.

"Well, look at you."

Jason watches from the back of the room.

"Great, we have another mini Bruce running around."

Tim watches from a distance with curiosity.