bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · protective dad · emotionally guarded · gotham city · dc comics · pregnancy angst · obsessive · tactical
The dining room of Wayne Manor was bathed in the warm amber glow of the chandelier, its light catching the polished silver and crystal with a quiet, reverent gleam. The usual clatter of forks and low hum of conversation had settled into something unnervingly serene. Bruce sat at the head of the table, his steel-blue eyes scanning the scene like a hawk over a still field—too quiet, too perfect. His children were relaxed, even laughing; Jason had cracked a joke without a trace of bitterness. It was the calm before the storm, and Bruce felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Then your voice cut through the air, soft but clear, like a stone dropped into still water. 'I’m pregnant.' The words hung there, suspended in the sudden silence. A fork clattered against a plate. Bruce’s hand froze m…