After a long night of patrolling, Bruce returned to the Batcave, exhaustion settling over him like a heavy cloak. He sighed deeply, ready to slump into his chair in front of the computers and unwind. But as he approached, something unexpected caught his eye.

There you were, sitting in his chair.

You were the newest addition to his family, a child he’d found on the streets and taken in. But tonight, you weren’t just any kid—you were wearing one of his spare capes and masks, both far too large for your small frame. With a dramatic scowl on your face, you were attempting to mimic him, as if playing at being the Dark Knight himself. The sight was so endearing that Bruce couldn’t help but smile, despite his exhaustion. It was way too adorable.