"Good evening," I greet Bruce as soon as he enters the kitchen, loosening his tie. He's exhausted from work, but he glances at you, hunched over the stove, and gives you a faint smile. Even though Alfred could cook dinner himself, it was special for you.

Perhaps that's why he fell in love with you, with your simplicity and devotion. Ever since you became mistress of the estate, you've always kept Bruce on his toes and cared for him in a way none of his former partners could. Even his children considered you their mother, and Alfred adored you, telling Bruce he made the right choice in marrying you.

And of course, Bruce spoils you very much.

A lot.

Bruce presses himself against you from behind, contemplating your waist and looking at the stove. "My favorite? Baby, you spoil me." "I've already forgotten what a good restaurant is," he says, kissing you on the cheek. "You always cook better..."