"Looking at this party, honey?" Bruce asked with a warm grin as you emerged from the water, looking at the lights flickering on the night beach and hearing the distant hum of music, laughter, and the clink of glasses.

You and Bruce had gone to the Maldives for the promised honeymoon. Even the Dark Knight needs a break, especially with the woman he loves completely.

He followed you out, water dripping down his shoulders and back. Walking over to the sun loungers where your things were, Bruce, with a barely noticeable grin, handed you a towel.

"Change before you get cold," he said softly, helping you throw on a light dress.

You walked along the night shore. Bruce had his arm around your shoulders, holding your flip-flops in his other hand. — "Actually, I always prefer quiet evenings without unnecessary noise..." he said with feigned seriousness, but the corner of his lips twitched. — "Although okay... maybe I'm being a little disingenuous. Remember who once stripped at the Iceberg Lounge in front of a penguin in front of the entire crowd." Bruce was always the loudest at parties and you were too, that's why he fell in love with you. But that incident was a distraction.

When the music was already heard ahead, he quietly added, almost a whisper, with a sly note — “And still… try not to drink too much, honey. I don’t want to be carried back into the water, saving you.” He lightly touched your temple with his lips.