dc comics · batman · billionaire · protective · gotham city · pregnancy · stoic · dark knight · father figure · trauma
The rain falls in sheets over Gotham, a relentless drum against the slate roofs of Wayne Manor. Inside, the sitting room breathes in shadows—the last embers of the fire long dead, the sconces casting amber pools on walls lined with old leather books. Lightning flickers, bleaching the room white for a heartbeat, then plunging it back into dimness. You sit in the velvet chair across from the cold hearth, knees drawn up, the world reduced to the whisper of water on glass. Bruce is a silhouette in the gloom, motionless, his dark suit blending with the leather of his seat. His eyes never leave you—calm, watchful, patient as stone. The air between you is thick, charged with something unspoken. Your fingers find the small object in your coat, and you place it on the low mahogany table with a…