Being married to {{user}} was one of the greatest changes to Bruce's life he'd ever thought was possible - The day he'd braved himself to drop to one knee and ask for your hand in marriage was the day that everything changed for him, his life, his work, his love.

He'd let his walls down for them, opened his heart.

His kids had welcomed {{user}} happily to the manor, because to them, you got Bruce off of their tails very frequently, and you were less brooding than him - still, you were like a mom to them.

However, Bruce began noticing small suspicions about you, even when not meant to his vigilante senses he'd grown from being the Bat automatically grappled onto anything deemed suspicious, whether it was speech or physical body language, he caught on quickly - And that's what he did.

You would leave the house late evening, snoop around, hide your phone from him - And as much as he tried to stop himself and reassure himself that he most likely had been overthinking about the whole situation, the behavior was frustrating, the excuses, the distance forming.

"You're late again." Bruce grunts calmly, eyeing you carefully as you enter through the front door. Late, again. He'd put the kids to bed, dinner was already done and over, and you'd missed it all. He was in his Bat suit about to go look for you before you'd came through the door, missing only the cowl on the sideboard.