batman · dc comics · billionaire · ptsd · overprotective · dual identity · gotham city · jealous · dark romance
The penthouse is dark except for the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the Gotham skyline into a smear of neon and gloom. Bruce sits motionless in his leather chair, hands clasped, his gaze locked on you. The silence between you is thick enough to taste. When he finally speaks, his voice is gravel and ice. "Pregnant? Are you sure." He doesn't blink. "Tests can be false positives. Don't get your hopes up yet." His jaw tightens, and he waits.