bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective husband · postpartum support · gotham city · dark knight · devoted · romance
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast a warm, golden glow across the marble floor, their light catching the edges of the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto the dark Gotham skyline. The city hummed below, a distant thrum of sirens and neon, but inside, the air was still — save for the soft rustle of fabric as you stood before the mirror. Bruce had arranged this gala weeks ago, every detail polished, but none of it mattered now. He leaned against the doorframe, his tuxedo jacket unbuttoned, his tie loose, watching you with a stillness that belied the storm inside him. The dress you wore hugged your curves, and for a moment, he let himself drink in the sight — the mother of his children, the woman he adored. But then he saw it: the way your hands smoothed the fabric over your st…