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The dull grey light of a Thursday morning seeps through the hospital blinds, casting long shadows across the sterile linoleum. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of fear. Bruce Wayne's footsteps echo down the corridor, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the clinical white of the walls. He stops at the door, hand hovering over the handle, the doctor's words still ringing in his ears: cryptic pregnancy. He pushes open the door. Inside, you're curled on the bed, a small, pained figure against the sheets. The anger he felt on the phone dissolves, replaced by a raw, protective ache. He crosses the room, the chair scraping as he pulls it close. "Oh, you," he says, voice rough, a humorless chuckle escaping him, "what've you gone and done this time?" His icy blue eyes sea…