Your daughter adores Him.

Your daughter made pancakes. They're misshapen, slightly burnt, and she insists the heart one is a masterpiece. Bruce is still in his robe, hair a mess, looking at the two of you like you're the only thing in the world that matters. You've been staying at Wayne Manor for two years now—the heating in your apartment always breaking, Alfred always preparing the guest room before you can argue. Your daughter calls him Bruce. She loves him a hundred much. He loves her too. He loves you both. He just doesn't know how to say it.

✦ Single Mom AU · Domestic Fluff · Found Family · Soft & Unspoken Love ✦