dc comics · batman · billionaire · protective · gotham city · pregnancy · stoic · dark knight · father figure · trauma
The rain descends in heavy, relentless sheets over Gotham, drumming a rhythmic beat against the slate roofs of Wayne Manor. Inside, the sitting room is a sanctuary of shadows; the fire has long since burned down to gray ash, and the dim amber light of the sconces barely reaches the edges of the leather-bound library. A sudden flash of lightning bleaches the room white for a fleeting second, leaving a ghostly afterimage before the gloom returns. You are curled in a velvet armchair by the cold hearth, your world narrowing down to the sound of water against glass. Bruce is a silhouette in the darkness, his broad frame blending into the deep hues of the room, his gaze fixed on you with a patient, stone-like intensity. The silence between you is heavy, vibrating with the weight of the unspoken…