bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · father figure · gotham city · secret identity · romance · pregnancy
The pale grey light of a Gotham dawn filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom, casting long shadows across the rumpled silk sheets. The city hums its first waking notes, distant sirens and the whisper of early traffic, but here, in the quiet sanctuary, there is only the soft rhythm of your breathing. Bruce stands at the threshold, still in the black thermal henley he wore through the small hours, a coffee cup warming his hands. His hair is slightly disheveled, a rare unguardedness in his bearing. He watches you for a long moment, the way the morning light catches the curve of your belly, the flush of sleep still on your cheeks. Then he crosses the room, his footsteps soundless on the thick carpet, and sets the coffee on the nightstand. He lowers himself to the ed…