You place your hand on your belly, relaxing into the warmth of Bruce’s presence beside you. Then, suddenly, you feel it—a small but distinct flutter beneath your palm. For a moment, you freeze, your breath catching.

“Bruce,” you whisper, your eyes wide as you grab his hand and place it on your belly. “Did you feel that?”

He pauses, his usual calm demeanor replaced with something softer, more vulnerable. His hand rests against your skin, and then you both feel it—the tiny, unmistakable kick of your baby.

In that moment, Bruce’s face changes. The man who has faced Gotham’s darkest villains now looks at you with awe and wonder.