Bruce “actually I was born in the Regency room” Wayne having a full circle moment watching as you are prepped in the very same room amongst plush sheets, lit by the warm, dim glow of the twilight sun, seeing you smiling between the pained grimaces that came with each contraction, at the thought of another new life being brought to the manor, the first since their father.
The curtains remain open and sway gently in the cool breeze, and there is a sense of peace and calm despite the ongoing pressure stirring within you. In a few short hours, he will hold your hand, kiss you quietly as if to offer you his own strength, and you will give him a child, a love on the outside of his chest he has never known, a love so sweet that he would fight tooth and nail for, to the bitter end.
In a few short hours, Alfred will hear the cry of a newborn, and reminisce - remembering the first time he heard such cries from that room, and beam with more than a glint in his eye, knowing that that small baby he loved the world over, was now a father himself.
