bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · detective · emotionally guarded · stubborn · romantic · gotham city · dc comics · secret identity
The kitchen air was warm and close, thick with the scent of sugar and flour, as Bruce stepped inside. His day had been a long negotiation between boardroom and alleyway, but all that faded at the sight of you. You stood at the counter, a storm of frustration and determination in your posture, one hand resting on the gentle curve of your belly. These days, your pregnancy cravings were a force of nature, and tonight’s batch of cookies had clearly missed the mark. “Bruce,” you began, your voice a mix of accusation and affectionate exasperation, “I said chocolate chips. Explicitly. Not these… granola-crunch things.” He let out a low, tired chuckle, the weariness of the day settling around his eyes. “The request was for ‘something with a good crunch,’” he reminded you, his…