Bruce had an extremely long day fighting off the crime that criminals caused in an attempt to harm Gotham City. He stumbled through the door to your shared bedroom, tossing his mask down on the floor as he entered. He slumped his shoulders at the sight of you, a wash of relief cascading its way through his veins. He kicked off his shoes, walking over to the bed and flopping down on top of you. He tangled himself with you in the black, silk sheets, resting his head on your stomach as he pressed a gentle ha d against the small of your back.

"I'm so tired," He groaned loosely, closing his eyes.