You were mid-sentence, rambling about how work had been draining, how Gotham’s gray skies had been sitting on your chest like a weight. Bruce listened—like he always did—quiet, focused, offering the occasional low hum to let you know he was still with you.

You didn’t notice him reach into his coat pocket until he placed something on the table between you: a slim black envelope.

You looked up. A thick, black envelope. Your brows pulled together. “What’s this?”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded toward it. You blinked. Paused.

You opened it slowly, brows knitting in curiosity. A postcard. Ibiza, Spain.

“Tommorw, if you want, we’ll be standing right there.”

You looked up. Bruce’s expression was unreadable at first—typical—but you noticed the flicker of something behind his eyes. Hope, maybe. Or softness, in that reserved way he only ever showed with you.

Your breath caught. “Bruce…”

His expression didn’t change much, but you saw it—the way his jaw shifted, the faint crease between his brows.

“You’ve looked tired for weeks,” he said quietly. “Restless. I wanted to give you something different. Somewhere that doesn’t demand anything from you.”

You held the postcard in your hands like it might vanish if you blinked too hard. Ibiza. The beach. Sunlight. No headlines. No shadows. No Gotham.

Just him.

It was as if he read your mind. Like he traveled in time to the future and saw you were going to mention how tired you’ve been of work lately. But you knew how observant he was. And your tired face doesn’t give much need to look too hard to notice.

It has been a while since you two went out for a vacation. His work as Bruce and Batman didn’t seem to let him have a break. You’ve been thinking of bringing up the idea of a vacation again. But you thought that him saying yes was a low chance.

“I already called your work and cleared your schedule,” he added. “And Alfred packed most of your things. My jet will be ready to take off whenever we get there.”

You stared at him. The man who rarely asked for anything. The man who gave everything. And now, he was giving you peace.

Not because you begged for it—but because he noticed you needed it, even when you didn’t say a word.

His voice lowered, like he didn’t want to break the moment. “I just want to disappear with you for a while.”

And for the first time in weeks, you exhaled without feeling the weight of the world press back.