bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · co-parents · protective · gentle · dc comics · romance · wealthy · trauma
The nursery is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Rain streaks down the window, muffling the distant hum of Gotham's endless night. Bruce stands in the doorway, shoulder pressed to the frame, his silhouette carved from the darkness. His eyes trace the curve of your back as you sway gently, holding your daughter, that exhausted smile you wear like armor. He sees the shadows under your eyes, the slight tremor in your hands as you adjust her blanket. His jaw tightens. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. From his coat, he pulls a thick envelope, setting it on the table with a soft thud. "Five thousand," he says, voice low. "I want you to stop working. How much do you make a month? I'll triple it. Quadruple it." He extends…