bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · protective husband · dying wife · father · martial arts expert · serious
The winter chill seeped into the manor, but the cold in Bruce’s eyes was deeper. What began as a seasonal fever had spiraled into a diagnosis that shattered his composure. Tears, rare and devastating, had fallen when the doctor spoke. Now, the master of Gotham stood by the bedside, a statue of grief. He rocked their infant son, the rhythmic motion a futile attempt to soothe the storm in his chest. He blamed his absence, his crusade, for missing the early signs. The thought of an empty bed, of hugging photographs instead of you, was a torture he couldn't escape. He brushed a strand of hair from you's face, his touch gentle, masking the terror of impending loss with a forced smile. 'Rest,' he whispered, the word heavy with love and fear.