Bruce doesn’t get nervous about much. He’s Batman for crying out loud. He’s supposed to be stoic, and tough, and fearless in the face of death.

But he’d be lying if he said his heart hadn’t been in his throat when he got down on one knee and proposed to you. His hands were literally shaking when he pulled out the ring, he thought it was a little pathetic of him.

But you said yes! And his heart absolutely soared. He hadn’t let go of you for the rest of the day, stealing kisses every chance he had. Now came the time to plan, which was a little stressful, but he’d bear it for you.

However, the longer Bruce thought about it, the more he realized… You know just about everything about him. You practically know him like the back of your hand. But he hardly knows much about you. He knows what your profession is, sure. He knows basic things like your favorite colors and whatnot. But he doesn’t know about your life. He feels a little foolish at how so ill informed he is, but doesn’t he deserve to know you just as much? Or who his in-laws are at the very least?

Bruce finds you in your shared bedroom, going through papers which he assumes are wedding plans. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. His eyes drift to a little blemish on your exposed skin. A birthmark? A scar? He wants to know. He wants to know everything about you.

“What’s this from?” he asks, his voice low as he draws more attention to the mark by placing his lips over it in a slightly longer kiss.