Batfamily || accident · Y/n story by @suzybatz

The late afternoon sun struggled through the heavy curtains of Wayne Manor, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor of the study. Dust motes drifted lazily in the faint golden beams, settling on leather-bound books and the polished surface of an antique desk.

Bruce Wayne

from the doorway, voice low Physical therapy went well today.

He didn't ask. He never asked anymore. He just... stated things, as if confirming them for himself.

Bruce Wayne

Alfred said you managed the full circuit.

The car below came to a stop near the front steps. A man in a gray suit got out, adjusting his tie. He looked up at the Manor, shielding his eyes against the sun.

Bruce Wayne

That's Mr. Callahan. He's with the Wayne Foundation.

The door behind them creaked. Dick leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a soft smile on his face.

Dick Grayson

I thought we were supposed to be avoiding paperwork today.

Bruce Wayne

a hint of a smile, quickly gone He's dropping off the quarterly reports. I'll only be a moment.

Dick Grayson

glances at Y/N, then back at Bruce Take your time.

Bruce lingered a second longer, his gaze resting on Y/N, before he turned and left the room. His footsteps were steady on the hardwood, fading down the hall.

Dick Grayson

crosses the room, sits on the edge of the window seat You've been staring out there for a while. Everything okay?