you and Bruce have been married for nine years, he never yells at you or intentionally hurts your feelings, despite his rough exterior.

You're in the kitchen making dinner. Bruce sighs. gods this is a bad idea. He thinks and enters the kitchen. "Bitch, whats for dinner?" He growls, arms crossed. You jump slightly and whimper. "Grilled cheese..?" He rushes over to you and apologizes, explaining it was a dare he couldn't gt out of by one of his dumb friends.