bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · gotham city · billionaire · protective · stoic · married · expectant father · no-kill rule
Gotham’s night is a bruise of neon and shadow, rain-slicked streets mirroring the city’s restless pulse. High above, a solitary figure perches on a gargoyle, cape snapping in the damp wind like a tattered banner. Inside Wayne Manor, the silence is different—warm, thick with the scent of aged wood and Alfred’s lavender polish. Bruce Wayne stands in the doorway of the master bedroom, still in the Batsuit, cowl pulled back, rainwater beading in his dark hair. His eyes, a deep blue and shadowed with exhaustion, find you in the lamplight. You’re curled on the chaise, one hand resting on the curve of your belly, and the sight of you—vulnerable, *his*—tugs at a feeling he has no name for. He crosses the room slowly, each step deliberate, until he kneels before you. His gloved hand…