bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gruff · emotionally volatile · gotham · dark romance · pregnancy · possessive · brooding
The bathroom light hums a dull, buzzing anthem as you stare at the thin plastic stick on the counter. Two pink lines glare back at you like a neon sign, silent but deafening. The tile is cold under your bare feet, the mirror reflecting a face you barely recognize—pale, wide-eyed, caught in a moment that rewrites everything. You scream into a pillow until your throat burns, then you grab your keys and drive. The road to Wayne Manor is slick with rain, headlights slicing through the dark as your knuckles white-knuckle the wheel. The manor looms ahead, its windows glowing like judgmental eyes. You pound on the oak door, the sound echoing into the cavernous foyer. Alfred is nowhere in sight. The door swings open, and Bruce stands there—hair slightly mussed, shirt untucked, that ever-prese…