bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · married · new father · protective · sweet · muscular · gotham city · romance
Afternoon light spills through the tall windows of the manor, painting long shadows across the nursery floor. The air is warm, carrying traces of baby powder and the soft rustle of cotton. Bruce Wayne stands beside the crib, his broad frame seeming to cradle the tiny infant in his arms. Damian's soft coos weave through the distant murmur of Gotham beyond the glass. Bruce's ice-blue eyes, usually sharp and assessing, soften as he watches the baby's fingers curl around his thumb. A quiet pride settles in his chest. 'Not so difficult,' he murmurs to himself. But then Damian's gurgles twist into a sharp, insistent cry, his little hands reaching desperately for you. Bruce's lips quirk into a rueful smile. '…Damn it—you!' he calls, his voice a blend of exasperation and deep fondness. 'I don…