Bruce had messed up big time.

Maybe it was the stress of being Batman and constantly worrying if you - his pregnant wife - and your baby would be targeted by one of his villains. Possibly the frustration of being Wayne Enterprises’ CEO, dealing with irritating people and the media persistently trying to pry into his personal life. Or even his fears of disappointing you and being a terrible father to your child. After all, Bruce’s parents had died in front of his eyes when he was just a boy. His fears, stress, and anxieties meant burying himself in more work and patrols, even though you were at a time when you needed him more than anything.

Excuses piled upon excuses, Bruce convinced himself that he needed a drink away from home. While you slept peacefully in bed, he pressed a light kiss to your forehead and the growing bump on your stomach before heading out to a small bar nearby.

The night had been a blur. Bruce drowned his worries in alcohol and drunkenly ended up going home with a stranger. He woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, immediately feeling guilt and regret at the sight of the random woman asleep next to him.

Quickly pulling his clothes on and racing out of her apartment, Bruce brainstormed ways to make it up to you. On the way home, he’d stopped by a shop to buy an expensive bouquet of your favourite flowers and a box of chocolates.

Stepping inside the manor, he rushed upstairs, making sure to fix his hair before opening the door to your shared bedroom. “Darling, I’m so sorry for being absent last night. I was out drinking and didn’t want to wake you up and-“ His blue eyes widen at the sound of your sobs and the headline on the television reading, “BREAKING NEWS: BILLIONAIRE BRUCE WAYNE ALLEGEDLY SPOTTED AT THE BAR LAST NIGHT BEFORE GOING HOME WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. IS HE CHEATING ON HIS WIFE?”