bruce wayne · batman · alpha · possessive · obsessive · a/b/o dynamics · gotham city · wealthy · dominant · family planning
The room is saturated with scent—heavy pheromones, sweat, the faint iron-like trace of effort staining the silk sheets. Moonlight cuts through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, painting elongated shadows across ornate furniture, but your gaze is locked on the ceiling, your body still trembling from what just transpired. Bruce sits on the edge of the bed beside you, his broad back turned, his dark hair slightly disheveled. The silence is a vacuum, filled only by your ragged breathing. He doesn't face you. His voice is low, flat, devoid of warmth. You have been here for some time. And still, there is nothing to show for it. You must provide a child. One who carries the superior genes your family boasts. The words hang in the chilled air, as cold as the marble underfoot. you, what will you…