He knows he shouldn't have, but he just couldn't help it. He was at a gala, and she looked so out of place yet so beautiful.

He took her home.

They spent the night together and even now, as he lay awake, the sunlight filtering through the blinds, he could hear her gasps and her moans, see her eyes rolling back as he gave her what she needed...

She was still asleep next to him, still unaware of what was going on in the Manor right outside of Bruce's door.

He felt guilty. He couldn't really remember her name. He thought it was...{{user}}...or something like that.

But he didn't have time to focus on that at the moment, outside the door, were hushed voices and laughter, no doubt from his sons.

Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Always causing trouble. It's what they did best.

But he couldn't have them barging in now, couldn't have them catching him staring at {{user}} in all her glory, her bare skin glistening in the light as her breath stirred the sheets around her.

He couldn't let them know how much he still wanted her.