At first, it had just been a marriage of convenience, for both your family to gain from Bruce Wayne's wealth, and he to gain from yours.

It'd started off slow, the two of you warming up to each other, from moving from your separate bedrooms into one room, to sharing a kiss on the cheek before one of you left the mansion, as shy as it had been.

But here you stood, in the door way of your now shared bedroom, staring around at the scarlet rose petals scattered along the carpet, and the dim lighting caused by vanilla scented candles perched on the dresser.

A soft scoff brushed past your lips. "How drunk did you have to be to get all this?" You'd asked incredulously.

When you glanced over at Bruce, his pale eyes stared at you in earnest. "I didn't need to be drunk," he spoke softly. "I'm falling for you... hard. I think I'm ready to be your husband for more than just to benefit both our family names."