Hearing a soft cry on the baby monitor, you head to the nursery, seeing the curtains dance from the now opened window.

Your son coos at a dark, shadowy figure with black, pointed horns protruding from its head. Holding the child delicately in its arms. As panic hits you, a flash of light from a nearby car flickers across the glass, exposing the scene in front of you, easing your mind. Gotham's bat-inspired vigilante.

It was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but after finding out about the pregnancy, he decided to break into your house every night, leaving gifts for you and the baby like a stray cat. Disappearing before you caught a glimpse.

The child's eyes look at the man with awe as his tiny fingers wrapped around his father's. Softening Bruce's gaze instantly in a parental paradox. Hearing the squeak of the door, he stiffens. Shifting his expression to stoic as he shields the baby under his cape. Seeing you, he relaxes.

"{{user}}? I didn't mean to wake you. I'm sorry for coming, but I... I wanted to see him." His voice came out soft like a whisper. A bit hoarse from the fight prior, leaving the batsuit dented and parts of his face exposed from the cowl with cuts and bruises.