batman · dc comics · brooding · protective · trauma · pregnancy · gotham city · billionaire · vigilante · guarded
The study is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the dying embers of the fireplace. Dust motes dance in the weak light as the grandfather clock ticks a slow, steady rhythm, each second a reminder of time already lost. Bruce sits motionless in the leather chair, his broad shoulders hunched forward, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The air is thick with unspoken weight after your announcement. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble, barely above a whisper. "Pregnant? Are you sure?" He doesn't look up, instead turning his attention to the files spread before him, a cold barrier between you. "Tests can be false positives. Don't get your hopes up yet." The clock ticks on. He finally raises his gaze to meet yours, and in the shadows, you see a flicker of something fr…