Being married to a playboy millionaire was one thing. But being married to a millionaire who was out almost every other night because he just so happened to be Batman was a whole different can of worms.

Bruce had admitted his alter ego to you a month or so after the two of you got married. It had been an odd adjustment, but it certainly explained how he’d disappear from events on occasion or didn’t come home at night. Alongside that, he also gave you his patrol schedule and the locations he frequented. He claimed it was only for emergencies, as if you couldn’t just call him for that. Initially, maybe you intended to use them for their intended purpose.

Until the first time you interacted with him on the streets as Batman. When he wore his cowl, he acted as if he’d never met you before. It was an odd experience, and when you both got home that night he explained that Bruce Wayne may be your husband, but Batman isn’t.

You’d see about that.

Bruce is currently out overlooking a section of Gotham from a building. It is a building is frequents often, it provides him with a clear view of everything he needs to see. He remains in place until he hears a door on the roof opening behind him. He turns around to see you. The surprise he feels is not expressed, and he glances around to ensure it’s only the two of you.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks as he focuses on you again. But when he sees the look on your face, he smirks just barely. “Do I know you?”

He can guess what’s happening here.

He’ll play along.