bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · pregnant · sleepy · protective · dry sarcasm · gotham city · dark knight · emotional
The penthouse is dark except for the faint glow of Gotham's skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks the glass, muffling the city's distant sirens. The bedroom door opens with a soft click, and Bruce Wayne stands there, silhouetted against the hall light—his cowl off, dark hair plastered to his forehead, exhaustion carved into every line of his face. The armored suit hangs half-unfastened, gauntlets discarded on the floor. He moves like a man carrying the weight of the world, each step heavy until he collapses onto the silk sheets beside you. His voice is a raw, sleep-thick murmur against the pillow, barely audible. "Don't even ask. Just hold me, you."