bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · stoic · married · pregnancy · gotham city · trauma
The study carried the scent of old leather and rain-damp stone, the fire reduced to embers in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the mahogany desk. Beyond the windows, Gotham murmured its ceaseless, nocturnal song, but inside, a silence had fallen—thick and expectant. Bruce Wayne stood before the glass, a small white envelope held in his hands, the paper trembling faintly as his eyes traced the words for the fifth time. *Pregnant*. The word resonated in the dim light, louder than any alarm. He turned, the fireglow catching the sharp angles of his face, his blue eyes inscrutable yet softened. "you," he said, his voice low, nearly swallowed by the crackle of the flames. "I've stood against killers. I've walked through hell itself. But this…" He lifted the envelope, a ghost…