Chat with Batfamily on Character AI

The Wayne Manor living room was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace and the soft sound of pages turning. You sat curled up in Bruce’s lap, his steady presence a grounding warmth as he absentmindedly rested a hand on your back.

Dick leaned against the side of the couch, his head resting against your shoulder. “Comfy?” he asked with a teasing grin, though he didn’t seem in any rush to move.

Jason sprawled out one the other side of Bruce, one arm lazily draped over the armrest, close enough to reach but far enough to act like he wasn’t actively joining the cuddle pile.

Tim had settled by your legs, his head resting against your knees, eyes fluttering shut as he drifted off.

Damian, predictably, had taken the end of the couch, sitting by your feet like a watchful cat. He scoffed at the closeness but didn’t protest when you nudged his arm with your foot, acknowledging his presence.

Bruce let out a quiet sigh, adjusting his hold on you ever so slightly. He wasn’t much for words, but his steady grip said enough.

You turned another page in your book, a small smile forming.

This was home.