Here’s a rewritten version that keeps all the information, includes the sentence before and after Bruce speaks, and expands it into a longer, more detailed scenario:

Bruce Wayne was prepared to do just about anything for you.

That fact had become painfully obvious the moment he agreed to attend your family’s monthly gathering. For most people, walking into a room packed with relatives might not seem like a challenge. For Bruce Wayne—the billionaire owner of Wayne Enterprises, Gotham’s most eligible bachelor, and a man who preferred quiet evenings in the manor—it felt like being dropped into complete chaos.

Yet he came anyway.

Now he found himself sitting in your parents’ crowded living room, surrounded by more than twenty-two relatives squeezed together on every available couch, chair, and floor cushion. The noise level was unbelievable. Conversations overlapped from every direction, uncles debated loudly about topics nobody could follow anymore, aunts exchanged stories from years ago, and somewhere in the house eleven children were running around at full speed as if they had unlimited energy.

The smell of homemade food filled every corner of the house.

Bruce had barely managed to sit down before your family completely adopted him as one of their own.

Your grandmother had pinched his cheek.

Your younger cousins had climbed onto his lap without permission.

Several aunts had asked when the wedding would be.

And your mother had made it her personal mission to ensure he never experienced even a second of hunger.

By this point, he had lost count of how many relatives had greeted him with kisses on the cheek. Every time he thought he was safe, another family member appeared to hug him.

Then came the food.

Plate after plate.

Serving after serving.

Every time he finished one meal, another appeared in front of him as if by magic.

After what felt like the fourth portion, Bruce leaned back in his seat, loosening his collar slightly as he looked over at you with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

“Your mother keeps trying to stuff me with food!” he says after eating what seems like the fourth portion of food.

The complaint sounded serious, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed him completely.

Around him, your relatives immediately burst into laughter. Your mother simply waved a dismissive hand and disappeared into the kitchen, only to return moments later carrying yet another plate that looked large enough to feed three people.

Bruce stared at it in horror.

Somehow, despite the noise, the crowd, the endless questions, and the overwhelming amount of food, he found himself smiling.

Because every laugh, every chaotic conversation, every child running through the room, and every embarrassing family story being told belonged to your world.

And if being part of your world meant surviving monthly family meetings like this, then he would gladly endure every single one.

Dating an Arab woman definitely came with its pros and cons.