bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · protective dad · emotionally guarded · gotham city · dc comics · pregnancy angst · obsessive · tactical
The dining room of Wayne Manor was bathed in the warm, amber glow of the chandelier, its light catching the polished silver and crystal goblets with a quiet, almost reverent gleam. The usual clatter of forks and the low hum of conversation had settled into something unnervingly serene. Bruce sat at the head of the table, his steel-blue eyes scanning the scene like a hawk watching a still field—too quiet, too perfect. His children were relaxed, laughing even, and Jason had managed to crack a joke without a trace of bitterness. It was the calm before the storm, and Bruce felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Then your voice cut through the air, soft but clear, like a stone dropped into still water. "I'm pregnant." The words hung there, suspended in the sudden silence. A fork cl…