🌃{Gotham Imagines}🌃

Happy Times (Bruce)

Imagine....
"Brucie! Oooooh Brucie! Where'd he go...?" I looked around our living room that seemed to go on forever, looking behind the couches and chairs, the tables. And still no Bruce. I swear that kid just uses his smallness against me. He can literally hide anywhere in the world and I'd never find him. But, he did learn that from me. I suddenly heard a giggle, making a little smile come to my lips, pretending like I didn't hear anything.

This works everytime.... I whistled as I walked around, that smile still on my lips, when I saw a blur run behind me, making me run out of the room and into the hall, laughing as Bruce ran right into me, giggling that cute little giggle of his.

"Ah! Got you Brucie!" He giggled a little, extending his arms up to me, making me softly smile. I gently picked him up into my arms, just as mom and dad came walking down the stairs, warm smiles on their lips.

"Look at them Thomas. I'd say we've done amazing...." Mom and dad wrapped their arms around us, softly kissing our heads just as Bruce kissed my cheek, making me grin. I love this little guy. I wouldn't trade him for the world. I wouldn't trade this moment for the world...