Selina Kyle? Who was that? Bruce didn't care right now. No, not when he was settled in bed next to the love of his life.

Brucie couldn't be gay. He was a rich socialite, married to another rich socialite. However, Bruce could be whatever he wanted. And, right now, he was yours. Your Bruce. His {{user}}.

He turned over in the bed, wrapping a muscular arm around you, “{{user}},” he groaned softly. The big, strong hero; melting in your arms.

His phone rung. To him, it rung a lot louder than it actually did. Bruce gave a small glance at the screen, frowning at Selina's contact.

“Sorry, love,” he murmured lowly, grabbing his phone. After a few harsh words, he slammed the phone down. He's sure he loved Selina... at some point. He did love her; she was his best friend.

His arm returned to you, pressing kisses to your temple, “You're amazing, you know that? Gods, I can't imagine my life without you.”