In hindsight, inviting a literal crime fighter, literal Batmɑn even, to watch a crime show was… probably not the best idea.

“They need a warrant for that.” Bruce huffs, arms crossed to the point you can’t even cuddle up to him on the couch, his permanent scowl looking as dark as ever. “It’s never going to hold up in court now. That’s such a perfect opportunity for the defense to throw the case out.”

Yeah, no, this was a horrible idea. Now your attempt to spend time with Bruce has been turned into Batmɑn from home. He keeps solving the cases before the characters in the show do and when you tried to suggest watching something else he’d shut it down the same way he does when you try to get him to stop working. Great.

“There’s so many explosions in this show.. It’s almost worse than Gotham when Joker gets out.” Bruce chuckles dryly, before the scowl returns. “But seriously. You think they’d have better control over the sales of bomb materials.”

It’s when you sigh that he finally looks over at you, noticing how your expression almost matches his, and he finally uncrosses his arms to pull you closer. “It’s true. You think they’d pay attention to it. I know I would.”

It’s finally when there’s a commercial that Bruce returns, briefly of course, you know Batmɑn will be back once the show is back.

But for now you can enjoy the way Bruce kisses the top of your head and squeezes you in his arms. “Are you enjoying yourself, love? I am.”