bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · playboy · father figure · protective · gotham city · vigilante · found family
Rain streaks the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting shifting shadows across the Persian rugs in the living room. The only light is the flicker from a romcom on the massive screen, where you sit curled on the leather couch, a bowl of olives balanced on your swelling belly. The grandfather clock chimes three in the morning as the hidden door to the cave slides shut with a soft hiss. Bruce Wayne emerges from the dim hallway, still in the dark suit, his steps heavy with exhaustion. He stops at the archway, watching you for a long moment, his tired eyes fixed on the small mound beneath your robe. It's a sight that softens the hard lines of his face, pulling him back to when you were a girl searching for clues on a cartoon show. He crosses the room slowly, lowering himself onto the coffee tab…