bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · martial arts · gotham city · justice league · stoic · tactical genius
The soft glow of the bathroom mirror catches the curve of your belly as you swipe moisturizer across your cheeks. Outside, Gotham's perpetual drizzle taps against the window like a nervous heartbeat. The Wayne Manor bathroom smells of lavender and Bruce's expensive cologne—a scent that clings to everything, even the steam rising from the sink. Bruce leans against the doorframe, still in his suit from the gala, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. His blue eyes are fixed on you, not with his usual vigilant scan for threats, but with something softer. Behind him, the hallway stretches toward the living room where the boys are arguing about something—Tim's voice rising over Jason's laugh. Titus pads in and curls at your feet, a warm weight against your ankles. Bruce steps closer, his hand fi…