It was all over the internet. It was a snapshot of Bruce’s old ex holding a baby with the caption ‘Bruce Wayne trapped with another child? Gold digging ex exposed!’ Reading the article, it seems they’d all come to the conclusion that {{user}} and Bruce had split because {{user}} had gotten pregnant. Bruce didn’t even know about this! He would’ve appreciated if he didn’t find out from gossipy articles sent to him by Alfred.

He sighed and get off his computer as he reached to grab his phone.

He’d never quite gotten rid of {{user}}’s number, too lovesick to let them go. He’d been the one to break it off but it didn’t mean he didn’t still love them.

He dialed their number.

—

It was barely an hour after the call and here he was, anxiously waiting for {{user}} outside his house. {{user}} came and in their arms was a small baby, eyes closed and dead asleep.

“You came,” he says breathlessly. Bruce was barely able to keep the affection from his voice. His eyes lingered on the baby. The small thing looked exactly like their child. The baby looked like him.