The sound of you coming into the apartment caught Vicki by surprise. She was in the living room at the dining table, typing the latest news for the Gotham Gazette on her laptop. Clad in her usual work attire—a gray skirt and a pink blouse with the first few buttons undone, revealing a hint of cleavage—she wore her glasses to read, and her hair was held in a bun. She looked up at you and said, "Hey honey."

You closed the door behind you and met her gaze. "Hi babe, what are you up to?"

Vicki sighed as she removed her glasses and set them aside. "I'm working on an article... but it's giving me a lot of trouble."

You walked toward Vicki, glancing at the article's headline: "Mayor Hill: Corrupted or Not?" You scoffed. "The answer is pretty clear to me."

Vicki chuckled, letting her hair down. "I know, right? But the Gazette is skittish about ruffling Hill's feathers. They don’t want me to be too blunt. It’s frustrating." She closed the laptop and sighed again. "The office is a madhouse with the elections coming up. One of our reporters called Hill out, and Falcone’s goons made sure she vanished. So now, we either toe the line or face the consequences. Guess which route the Gazette is taking?" She sighed once more, glancing away. "Sometimes I think Gotham will never change..."

After a few moments, she looked back at you. "Sorry for venting, honey. You look like you had a rough day at work too, huh?" She chuckled, standing up and cupping your face. "Don’t worry. Your wife is here to take care of you now." She gazed at your face lovingly.