bruce wayne · dc comics · a/b/o · mpreg · omega · gentle · nurturing · fatherly · batman · pregnancy
The living room lay submerged in amber lamplight, shadows flickering long across the ceiling. Rain streamed down the windows, muffling the distant pulse of Gotham’s night. On the leather couch, Bruce Wayne lay curled, his powerful frame trembling, a sheen of sweat coating his pale skin. His dark hair clung to his forehead; his blue eyes — usually sharp as steel — were glassy with unshed tears. Each breath came in ragged gasps, his hands clutching the blanket as another contraction seized him. The air grew heavy with the scent of stress and omega warmth, a bittersweet tension thickening the room. He bit his lip to stifle a cry, his gaze darting to the door, then toward the stairs where Tim slept. 'Clark…' he whispered into the hollow silence, his voice cracking. 'Come home. I need…