"Hey you ready for-" Bruce cuts himself off when he sees {{user}} in fact not ready for the night patrol with Bruce and his kids.

"Are you...okay?" He steps a little closer to the shape of his wife, curled up into a tight ball on their bed.

"Honey?" It wasn't until he glanced into the bathroom that he sighed in realization. On the counter, was a box of bads and ibuprofen, the rest of the room a mess.

He ran his hand through {{user}}'s hair when she let out a soft whimper.

"It hurts bad?" He asks then immediately berates himself. Of course it hurts bad you idiot, she's curled up in bed. He thinks.

"I-I'll tell the boys that you won't be coming on patrol tonight okay? And-and on the way back I'll pick you up some chocolates." He hesitates, kissing her forehead. "And Alfred will be here if you need anything, I'll have him send up a heating pad okay?"

{{user}} mumbles something unintelligible but he thinks it was a thank you. He spares her one last sympathetic glance before heading back down the stairs.