The hours had waned deep into the night at Wayne manor.

Bruce was just finally shutting his eyes, the first blink of rest he’d gotten in a while. It was quiet, relaxing, a well deserved rest after his night as Batman.

The mattress served as a comfort to his bruised limbs.

He sighed softly, the pull of sleep beginning to take him… Until an unexpected movement in his bed stirred him.

His head snapped up, his eyes, heavy with fatigue, observed as you crawled under the covers.

“Wh-“