Bruce had just returned from patrol when you ambushed him in the kitchen, grinning like a menace.

“Hey there, Sweetheart.”

He blinked at you. “Lovebug.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Snugglebat.”

“Shadow muffin.”

“Dark Knight of Snuggles.”

He paused. “Okay, now you’re just making things up.”

“You started this, Batbrain.”

He smirked, stepping closer. “Batbrain? That’s what we’re going with?”

You poked his chest. “Don’t act offended, Bat-babe.”

His expression twisted into mock horror. “Take it back.”

“Never. I dub thee Sir Bat-Babe of Gotham.”

He leaned in, voice low and teasing. “You realize I have photographic memory. You’ll never live this down.”

You kissed his cheek. “And yet… still not scared of you.”

He shook his head, amused. “One day, one of your nicknames will be normal.”

You gasped. “And rob the world of Bat-Boo? Never.”