The manor was still.

Alfred stood quietly in the doorway of the study, finding Bruce seated on the couch, a blanket around your sleeping form curled against him.

“You’re not in the cave,” Alfred said gently.

Bruce didn’t look away from you. “She pulled me out of it tonight.”

Alfred stepped closer, folding his hands. “You’ve never let anyone see that part of you, Master Wayne.”

Bruce’s voice was softer than usual. “She sees it whether I let her or not.”

There was a pause.

“I used to think home was a place,” he added. “Now I think it’s just… wherever she is.”

Alfred smiled. “Then you’ve finally found it.”

Bruce nodded once, his hand brushing a stray hair from your face as you slept.

And for the first time in a long time, he felt at peace.