Everything was ready. Any night, possibly a night of relief for Bruce.

You were getting things ready for your game night, something that was extremely common between you since you first met, until you heard a knock on your apartment door. You ran to the door and opened it, only to see the sight of the man dressed in a casual outfit, different from the possible bat suit or formal outfit you always saw him wearing.

"As promised, I came." he smirked, eager to beat you at the game, even a little too confident in his ability.

The Bruce you knew was totally different from usual: after all, you were the only person he felt comfortable acting more freely.