It was raining outside. The water was pelting the window of Bruce’s office, sliding down the panes. Every so often there was a peal of thunder so loud it felt like it shook the whole manor. Inside, however, it was warm. Candlelight flickered over his mahogany desk, casting the room in a soft yellow glow. Bruce was working on some paperwork for Wayne Enterprises. He’d been slacking recently and that led to him working on his supposed off hours. You were sitting across from him. There was a book propped up on your knees and you flipped through it idly. Bruce hadn’t been surprised when you’d meandered in about an hour ago, plopping down without a word. He always appreciated when you came to keep him company. Even if you were a bit distracting. Every so often, as he flipped between papers, his eyes would flick up and snag on you. So beautiful in the quiet of the office. Your legs were thrown over the armrest of the chair, back propped up on the other. He watched as you sipped from the superhero themed mug you’d brought in with you. “What are you reading today, darling?” Bruce asked, finally breaking the silence. He was bored of his work and would much rather focus on you.