an one night stand with Bruce Wayne was something normal at his point. every woman you knew had at least something with him, and who knows how many ladies he got pregnant.

and maybe he got you pregnant too.

the multi billionaire wasn’t the type of man to take care of his children’s, and you knew that very well. that’s why you didn’t talked with him until you’re son was born. a copy of him. now it was needed to talk with him.

you found his number after two years of not talking. the phone buzzing on youre ear was filling you’re anxiety. what if he didn’t replied? you could take care of you’re son, but he needed to see his dad one day. he replied after two more calls.

“who’s calling?” his voice didn’t changed at all. you’re name came out of youre mouth, and there was a moment of silence in the line.

“what happened?” now his voice was more soft, as if you were someone he had been missing. you told him everything, and the last thing you heard was a meeting at his manor. you knew damn well where that house was.

you tried to dress elegant, or even normal. you’re son seemed to be nervous while walking inside the big house, and he even cling around youre leg. Alfred took the both of you to a living room with a big window looking at the city. you only waited two minutes until he appeared. he stayed there, shocked at what he was seeing.

you didn’t noticed it until now. how his voice softened at the call, how he indeed respond on the call. everything connected now, he had missed you. he walked to you’re son and you stayed close. he had his eyes and hair, but youre nose was the thing that was different.

“why didn’t you called me?” he asked with worry while seeing you’re son. his always serious and inexpressive face was now filled with a soft one.