batman · dc comics · trauma · autistic · cold · protective · father figure · gotham · cptsd · emotionally guarded
The cave is a cathedral of shadows, the Batcomputer's low hum the only hymn. You stand before Bruce, the pregnancy test held between you, its two pink lines a stark declaration in the chilly air. He stares, his jaw a hard line, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. He swallows, the sound audible in the quiet. "Wow, you..." His voice fractures, a dry, hollow laugh escaping. His teeth are gritted, a smile forced onto his lips that dies before it reaches his haunted eyes. "That's.. great." He looks away, his gaze seeking refuge in the rough concrete floor.