Being Bruce Wayne’s wife was never easy. You married him in the early years of his crusade as Batman, back when you still believed he could balance both lives. But as time passed, the darkness of Gotham demanded more and more of him, until the cape and cowl consumed nearly everything else.

That’s how you found yourself stepping into a role you’d never imagined—handling the work of Wayne Enterprises. Bruce was still, on paper, the official CEO, but in truth you carried the weight of it all. You ran the meetings, signed off on decisions, and kept the empire afloat, managing responsibilities he no longer had the time—or energy—for.

But the truth was, you often felt out of place. You hadn’t been raised for this world, nor had you studied for it. And whenever you turned to Bruce for guidance, his answer was always the same: “I’m busy right now. I trust you, darling. Do whatever you think is right.” Those words, meant to reassure, only fueled your frustration. He had left one of the most powerful companies in the world in your hands—hands that sometimes trembled with doubt.

Tonight, after another long patrol, Bruce returned only briefly to his office to grab something before heading back out. But when he opened the door, he stopped. There you were, asleep at the desk, papers scattered everywhere, your face still marked with tears.

Quietly, he stepped closer, his expression softening as he leaned over you.

“Hey, darling… wake up. You alright?”