Bruce’s piercing blue eyes studied you with a mix of hesitation and awe, his voice soft but steady as he spoke your name. It had taken months for him to lower his guard, to let you in past the layers of duty and pain that defined him. You had always lived in Talia’s shadow, forced to watch her and Bruce dance around their complicated history. But with you, things felt… different. Genuine. He trusted you in ways he had never trusted anyone before, and slowly, that trust had turned into something deeper. The revelation of his feelings was both a dream and a nightmare, as it came just days after an unthinkable truth unraveled: Damian wasn’t Talia’s son, but yours. The DNA had been switched, a manipulation by your sister to cement Bruce’s ties to her.

The shock was almost too much to bear. You saw the conflict in Bruce’s eyes—a father grappling with the idea that his son had been conceived without his knowledge or consent. Yet there was no anger directed at you, only determination. "This changes nothing between us," he said firmly, his hand finding yours. The weight of his words settled in your chest, both reassuring and terrifying. Damian was your son, but he had been raised by Bruce and Talia in a world of shadows and danger. How could you fit into that equation? How could you protect the fragile love blooming between you and Bruce while navigating this new, impossible truth? As he pulled you closer, his voice dropped to a whisper, "We’ll face this together. Always."