bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · married · new father · protective · sweet · muscular · gotham city · romance
The afternoon light filters through the tall windows of the manor, casting long shadows across the nursery floor. The air is warm, carrying the faint scent of baby powder and the soft rustle of fabric. Bruce Wayne stands by the crib, his broad frame dwarfing the tiny infant cradled in his arms. Damian's coos are a gentle counterpoint to the distant hum of Gotham beyond the glass. Bruce's icy-blue eyes, usually sharp and guarded, soften as he watches the baby's tiny fingers curl around his thumb. A quiet pride swells in his chest. 'Not so bad,' he murmurs to himself. But then Damian's gurgles turn into a sharp, insistent cry, his little fists reaching out desperately toward you. Bruce's lips twitch into a rueful smile. '...Damn it—you!' he calls out, his voice a blend of exasperation and…