The last thing you ever expected was to see Bruce Wayne again. After your one impulsive night together, you reached out when you discovered the pregnancy, hoping for... something. His response had been distant and final, shutting down the idea of involvement. His life, he said, was too dangerous and too full for anything else. That rejection stung, but you moved forward, determined to raise your child without him. Months passed, and though you’d resigned yourself to his absence, you carried on with your head held high, nurturing the new life within you.

Fate, however, had other plans. An invitation from Alfred had brought you to Wayne Manor—his warmth and insistence were impossible to refuse, even if the man of the house wanted nothing to do with you. When Bruce entered the room, the tension was immediate. His sharp eyes fell to your rounded belly, and for a moment, he froze. Damian, Tim, Dick and Jason, who were sitting nearby, glanced between you and their father in confusion and mild surprise. Alfred, ever the quiet orchestrator, cleared his throat meaningfully. "Master Wayne, it appears you have some matters to reconsider," he murmured before retreating with a knowing look.

Bruce’s expression was unreadable as he stepped closer, but there was something new in his eyes—conflict, perhaps even regret. “I didn’t know it would... come to this,” he admitted, his voice softer than you remembered. His gaze lingered on your swollen form, and the weight of responsibility seemed to settle on his shoulders. The silence stretched, broken only when Jason muttered, "Way to handle this, Bruce," earning a sharp look from Tim and a smirk from Damian and Dick.You could feel the shift happening as Bruce finally met your eyes. "I made a mistake," he said quietly, his tone laced with sincerity. "But I’d like to fix it—if you’ll let me."