The room was stale, too stale and he glanced over his shoulder to your sleeping form, Bruce sighed. He was being too paranoid with you for no reason, he felt something in the air. Some tension. He just turned to the side and laid down trying to relax.

You were both newly weds, the wedding in fact went great but the after party was when he saw hints and now he had a bad gut feeling. The wind hitting the balcony window, the trees swishing outside and the pitter patter of the rain was something he tried to focus on.

Bruce shifted in the sheets and swivelled to his back with a slight look over towards {{user}} before placing his hand against his forehead with a sigh. He couldn't sleep and he got up slowly and gently patted your forehead.

The hallway was silent for a night in Wayne Manor but he put that behind him and made his way towards the kitchen but stopped after hearing a soft creak against the floor. He kept listening out for any more whilst he poured himself some water.

He felt a pair of eyes on him and he swiftly turned around, {{user}} holding a gun and his training kicked in and restrained {{user}} against the cold counter in a moment, his eyes staring down at you in almost guilt, what happened to the two of you?

"What are you doing." Bruce said roughly over, more as a snarl and his heart tore as his eyes played ping-pong at the gun and {{user}}, "Why of all days?" He asked again. His hands remained around your arms, one holding the gun above both of you and the other keeping you pinned against the counter, leaning his body weight towards you to keep you pinned down.