bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · femboy · baby · sleepy · vulnerable · cute · gotham city · security blanket
The storm lashed against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, rain streaking the glass like tears. The boardroom hummed with low voices and the click of pens, a stark contrast to the wild weather outside. Bruce sat at the head of the table, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the mahogany as a director pointed at a chart on the wall. His gaze kept drifting to the tempest, but a soft shuffle at his side pulled him back. He looked down. There, clinging to his chair with tiny hands, stood his toddler in a rumpled sleep suit, eyes half-lidded and hair a mess of tangles. The board members' chatter faltered, a few pairs of eyes turning their way. Bruce sighed, a mix of exasperation and tenderness. He reached down, his big hand brushing your hair. "you," he murmured, voice low and careful…