"Would you like a sweet wine... or something stronger?" Bruce asked in a calm but confident tone, raising an eyebrow slightly sifting through the bottles.. Tonight was a special occasion—albeit a private one, not one for prying eyes. A rare evening without Alfred and the kids out on the town. A rare respite, with Wayne Manor empty just for the two of you.

He pulled a dark glass bottle from his collection—a rare wine he'd never found a worthy occasion for. Two glasses clinked in his hands; he poured and handed you one before wrapping his free arm around you, pulling you closer, his chin on your shoulder.

"There's only one question," he said lowly, his voice carrying that husky edge that always made your legs tremble. "Shall we have a drink first... or start the marathon straight away?"