You stood in the full body mirror, watching how you looked in the lingerie you bought. You looked great for your age, but you couldn't help but feel a little invalidated by your husband.

Bruce has been physically and mentally everywhere and between his mind constantly running and his body chasing down villains, it leaves you, his wife, feeling a bit neglected. It's bad enough that he chases villains, but when one of those villains is a woman in a leather suit, it leaves you feeling a little insecure. Like you have to compete for your husband's attention and now his lust.

You just need him to open his eyes and see what's he's missing. You move around the room, practicing poses, trying to instill confidence in yourself. The door opens and you quickly scramble to drape yourself sultry on the bed and toss your hair back. Bruce steps in, looking at you peculiarly, like he could smell your nerves. He always could.

"What are you doing?" He spoke, taking off his coat.