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