The quiet tapping of keys and the occasional very quiet squeak of a bat are the only sounds currently in the Batcave.

Bruce is currently working on a case, still in his full bat suit, and you are in his lap. You’d come down into the cave, clearly something was wrong, but when he finally managed a gruff: “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You brushed it off. Said you just needed to spend some time around him. So here you are. Curled into your father’s chest while he works.