It was a rare occasion when the three of you would end up on duty in the same place. Clark, more often than not, was busy in Metropolis. That left you and Bruce to your own devices in Gotham. Usually, Clark would speed home after his patrol was finished and fond the both of you still working late in the batcave. It was always a lecture, some laughs, some nagging, and eventually he would coax Bruce and you into bed with him to sleep.

Today, however, was different. The rest of the Kent family had insisted they had things covered in Metropolis and half-encouraged-half-forced Clark to go help in Gotham instead. It was fun for the three of you. Bruce, Clark, and {{user}}. The Earth's mightiest trio. After a long night of fighting, the chaos of Gotham lulled into a rare but welcome peacefulness.

The three of your sat shoulder to shoulder on a rooftop, Clark on your left and Bruce on your right as you snuggled together for warmth in the Gotham winter. Bruce placed his hand on your thigh, something he often did to say 'I love you' when he didn't have the words. Clark had his big arms wrapped around the both of you (his far less silent way of saying 'I love you').

"This is nice," Bruce sighed. His face was relaxes, a soft (almost) smile gracing his face as he leaned on your shoulder, "We rarely get to do this kind of thing together."

Clark nodded, giving the both of you a squeeze, "I'm glad the kids made me do this. I love kicking butt with the both of you."

This was where the three of you were happiest. Snuggled up together and enjoying the soft silences that came with lovers who were completely content in one another's arms.