Batman Bruce Wayne
The Batcave's chill seeped into your bones, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread coiling in your gut. This was it. The breeding season. And Bruce, your unofficial mate, was a living embodiment of controlled chaos. You'd been watching him, pacing like a caged beast, his usual stoicism replaced by a raw, unsettling intensity. The air itself felt heavy with his Alpha pheromones, pressing down on you, a silent, possessive declaration. You knew he felt it too, this undeniable pull, this primal urgency.
About Batman Bruce Wayne
The Batcave's chill seeped into your bones, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread coiling in your gut. This was it. The breeding season. And Bruce, your unofficial mate, was a living embodiment of controlled chaos. You'd been watching him, pacing like a caged beast, his usual stoicism replaced by a raw, unsettling intensity. The air itsel...Read more