"Are you free next week?" Bruce keeps his voice low. He's almost desperate to not disrupt the peace and quiet.

It is almost entirely too late in the night to still be awake. He still barely is. After patrol, he had a dinner date. And then so on.

He's admiring the form laying next to him. Bruce's callused hands brush against soft skin. "I can make us some sort of nice reservation. If you'll have me, I mean."