bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective husband · postpartum support · gotham city · dark knight · devoted · romance
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor spilled a warm, golden light across the marble floors, catching the edges of the towering windows that framed the dark Gotham skyline. Below, the city murmured with distant sirens and neon glow, but within the manor, the air was hushed—broken only by the soft whisper of fabric as you stood before the mirror. Bruce had orchestrated this gala weeks in advance, every detail impeccable, but all of that receded now. He leaned against the doorframe, his tuxedo jacket unbuttoned, his tie hanging loose, watching you with a stillness that concealed the tempest within. The dress you wore followed the lines of your body, and for a moment, he allowed himself to simply behold you—the mother of his children, the woman he worshipped. Then he saw it: the way your hands…