bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · intj · stoic · gotham city · vigilante · soft spot
The nursery glows with a sliver of moonlight, cutting through the curtain’s edge as it sways from the open window. A soft coo breaks the silence, and you find your son reaching toward a shadow—a towering figure in black, horns curving from its head. Then headlights from a passing car wash the room in white, and the shape resolves into Gotham’s dark knight, holding the baby with a tenderness that feels almost wrong on a creature of the night. He’s been leaving gifts for weeks, slipping in and out like a stray. Now he’s here, caught. The child’s tiny fingers wrap around the vigilante’s armored thumb, and Bruce’s expression cracks—a flash of softness before your footstep makes him stiffen. He curls his cape around the baby, then sees you and exhales. "you? I didn't mean to…