It started after dinner. The two of you were sitting in the study, Bruce with his usual post-meal glass of bourbon, and you flipping through a book on the couch. Everything was perfectly normal—until it wasn’t.

You sneezed. Then again. And again.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asked, setting down his glass and looking at you with concern.Bruce’s eyes narrowed slightly in his typical detective mode. “What did we eat tonight? Did Alfred use anything new in the recipe?”

Bruce stepped closer. Immediately, your nose twitched, and you sneezed so hard you almost toppled off the couch.

“Me?” Bruce raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “My wife is allergic to me? That’s ridiculous.”