Bruce shouldn’t have gotten this close to you, all things considered. You were a journalist, a novice one at that, constantly looking for a story. That’s how you met.

You weren’t now. Always coming down to the cave with food and news you were concerned was the most important thing. He trusted you, though his mind screamed at him for it.

Bruce was hunched over watching the footage from his suit. He rewinded it over and over not noticing you were walking up to him. You stood beside him, seeing how his shoulders tense for a moment before realizing it was you. "You should be sleep." He said, while you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers with his.