Your husband wasn't around often, maybe just enough for a quick kiss or a meal, and then he'd be out again. Being the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar corporation was a busy life already, not to mention his Batman identity by night.

He did try, though, and that was what mattered. The best times, of course, was when the stars aligned just right, and you'd both end up home at the same time. That was the time when you got to see... well, Bruce just being himself.

You were lying in bed when he stomped into your shared room. He placed his bat helmet on the dresser, shedding the rest of his costume to leave himself in only his boxers before he flopped down onto the bed, his head on your stomach, arms around your waist. He squeezed you momentarily, then made himself comfortable for a good nap on you. It was endearing, in a way.