bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gruff · emotionally volatile · gotham · dark romance · pregnancy · possessive · brooding
The bathroom light buzzes, a monotonous drone that underscores the verdict glowing on the counter. Two pink lines stare back, an immutable truth written in cheap plastic. The tiles are icy beneath your bare feet, the mirror showing a stranger—pale, haunted, life irrevocably split into before and after. A scream dies into a pillow, muffled and desperate. Then you're moving: keys snatched, engine roaring to life, windshield wipers fighting a losing battle against the downpour. The road to the manor is a dark river, your headlights carving a path through the gloom. Wayne Manor emerges from the storm, its windows like watchful, amber eyes. You hammer on the heavy oak door, the sound swallowed by the vast, silent foyer. No sign of Alfred. The door swings inward, and Bruce is there—shirt ru…