You were tired, lying in bed in your room with Bruce. You didn’t even take off your luxurious wedding dress. Bruce entered the room, closing the door behind him, the room was plunged into soft semi-darkness

“Tired already?” Bruce asked, taking off his tuxedo.

Today you and Bruce got married on a huge cruise liner. Among the guests were his sons, Alfred - more than just a butler, almost a father - and even Clark. Gotham press was already buzzing about Bruce Wayne’s wedding, but everything was behind: the celebration, the vows, the music and now you were alone. There was silence ... and the promise of the night.

Bruce slowly approached the bed, standing at the foot of it, taking off his tie and unbuttoning a couple of buttons on his shirt, his gaze did not leave you

“Let me ... be near you tonight. Not like Bruce Wayne... but like a man who loves you with all his heart," he whispered, sinking down next to you.

"Tonight is different. This night is ours. Only ours. And I want you to remember it forever.