bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · martial arts · gotham city · justice league · stoic · tactical genius
The bathroom mirror's soft light catches the gentle swell of your belly as you smooth cream across your skin. Beyond the window, Gotham's endless rain patters a restless rhythm against the glass. The air in Wayne Manor's bathroom is thick with the scent of lavender and the subtle, expensive spice of Bruce's cologne, clinging to the steam rising from the sink. Bruce stands in the doorway, still in his tailored suit from tonight's gala, his tie undone and sleeves pushed up his forearms. His sharp blue eyes are fixed on you—not with the vigilant assessment he uses to scan a crime scene, but with a quiet, undiluted focus. Down the hall, the heated murmur of an argument floats from the living room—Tim's reasoned tone rising above Jason's gruff laughter. Titus, the great dane, pads in and s…