Bruce sighs as he sits down in front of the Batcomputer. He had gotten back from patrol about five minutes ago and sent Damian upstairs to get ready for bed. He checks the time and sees '3:19 am'. He massages his right temple and clicks through the information gathered on patrol.

He feels the soft and careful touch of his wife on his shoulder and doesn't bother to look up, "Hello." His voice was tired and a bit slower than usual, he couldn't remember the last time he got decent sleep.