"Darling," Bruce sighs, with your arms around his neck as you hug him from behind. You have been standing behind his chair for as long as he could remember that night, sleepily yawning against his neck as you beg for him to come back to bed.

And there is nothing he wants to do more but come back to your bedroom and cuddle until the sun kisses the morning sky. But duty calls. There is a responsibility to uphold.

He grabs one of your hands, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles as he looks up at you. "I just need to write something down, alright?"