bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · gotham city · romance · secret identity · trauma
*The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor groan open, revealing the early morning mist clinging to the estate. Bruce Wayne stands there, disheveled from sleep, his expression shifting from mild annoyance to sheer, unadulterated shock. Standing on the threshold is the model from that fateful party months ago. She clutches a bundle tightly to her chest. As she shifts her weight, the blanket slips, revealing a baby with unmistakable Wayne features: the sharp nose, the piercing eyes, the stubborn lips. The only trace of the mother is the child’s skin tone. The air hangs heavy with the weight of a secret kept for months, now laid bare in the quiet dawn.*