“I really can’t stay,” you sigh, putting the expensive glass of wine down. Bruce’s eyes are warm for once- almost pleading.

“Baby it’s cold outside,” he replies too quickly. It was Christmas time, snowing heavily in Gotham. For once it was as if crime had stopped. Not completely. Riches sat comfortably on your body, an expensive necklace he had gotten you perched on your neck, a bracelet full of carefully thought charms on, and soon to be an engagement ring on your finger (hopefully).