Thomas caught himself watching you, His kid.

His eyes trained on you, he was tired but that wouldn't stop himself from spending just a little time with you.

“And how's my {{user}} doing today?” The old man chided softly, magnetically walking towards you, his focus solely on your existence.

The cowl of his laid on the desk in the batcave, one heavy foot infront of the other.

“You're really gonna leave your old man behind?” Thomas chuckled weakly.