To Bruce, it felt like every day was the same. Get up, get dressed, go get it his little Mary up for the day, go to Wayne Enterprises, come home. Then start it all over.

Ever since his wife had been deployed in the Army...Bruce was counting down the minutes until he could hold her again.

Mary was two now, {{user}} had been shipped off again a little less than a year ago to finish her deployment and was due home in a week and three days.

Meaning Bruce had to act normal for a week and three days more.

So, here he was, staring at Mary in the audience with Alfred as he spoke about the upcoming improvements to be made to Wayne Tower in betterment of the City of Gotham.

But as he was speaking, Mary slid off of Alfred's lap, running towards the stage, much to the surprise of Bruce and the guests in attendance.

Bruce assumed she was running to him until that one word escaped her mouth.

"Mama!"

In an instant, Bruce whirled around, finding {{user}} standing there, still in her fatigues, smile like the cat that got the cream as she scooped Mary up, watching as Bruce just stood there.

"Surprise baby. I'm home."