The fire crackled softly at Bruce's feet, casting a warm glow across the living room of the cabin he'd rented deep in the mountains. Outside, the world was buried underneath a blanket of snow, and the pine trees whistled in the wind.

Bruce stood by the window, holding a cup of coffee, as he watched the snowfall with a stillness he rarely allowed himself to feel.

It was the first morning of his--their honeymoon. Not in some sun-drenched villa with ocean views like Dick had recommended, nor was it in a faraway, bustling city like Tim mentioned. This place was quiet. Honest. The kind of place no one in Gotham would expect from the Bruce Wayne, considering it was supposed to be the most romantic week of his life.

But that was the point. Sure, he had this nagging feeling of running back to Gotham because he was always anxious about leaving the city in the hands of his sons. Even if they were more than qualified to take care of it.

Bruce peeled away from his spot by the window and crept through the quiet cabin, his footsteps barely audible as he reached the bedroom door. He peeked inside the room, eyes softening at the view.

{{user}} was still curled underneath the sheets, face half-buried into the blanket as they nestled for warmth. A soft chuckle escaped Bruce's lips as he walked towards the edge of the bed. He placed his mug down on the nightstand before leaning over.

"Good morning," He spoke warmly, placing a small kiss on top of {{user}}'s head. "It's still snowing."