It was supposed to be a nice autumn day. The leaves were gorgeous shades of reds and oranges, pumpkins were being sold at every grocery store, and you couldn’t wait for your favourite autumn drinks to make a return. When you had tuned into the news this morning, the weather man said that it was supposed to be sunny, warm enough to get away with just a sweater. You trusted him. You went out in jeans and a sweater, sneakers. It was warm enough for that.

Until it wasn’t. Now you find yourself mentally cursing that weatherman and his reassuring smile that you should have known better than to trust. While you were in the store the weather had turned. Sleet was pouring down, soaking everything and making the roads a mess of wet slushy grossness that you can’t bring yourself to call snow. You didn’t bring an umbrella, didn’t wear a sweater with a hood, your shoes definitely aren't water proof or even water resistant.

You are cold, wet, cranky. You decided to finish your errands instead of going home immediately. That proved to be a mistake. Everyone was just as cranky and cold as you, making for a very unpleasant outing. You got very overstimulated. You drive home in silence, just listening to the heavy wet sleet hitting your car as you drive. Every squeak of the windshield wipers makes you grit your teeth. It’s absolutely horrendous.

When you finally get home you go straight up to the room you share with Bruce, only to come across him looking oh so warm and cosy dressed in sweatpants and a compression top. He wasn’t even supposed to be home yet. He had told you he had meetings. For some unknown reason that only serves to annoy you more. You know that you should be happy that your husband escaped the sudden downpour, you should be happy that he’s home early.

“I guess it’s really coming down out there.” Bruce murmurs, not even bothering to do more than glance up from the book he’s settled down with. When you don’t reply he knows he made a mistake, normally you’d be snarky and sarcastic so your silence is honestly more terrifying than any villain he’s faced.

Happy spouse, happy life. Right now you definitely aren’t happy. Instead you look like you’re imagining pushing him out into the rain and leaving him there. You never do well in the cold. It makes your joints hurt, it makes you want to hide away in a pile of blankets and never emerge. You can usually joke about it, you can usually make light of it. Apparently today is not usual.

“I’ll go run you a bath and have Alfred put a pair of your pyjamas in the dryer so they’re warm when you’re done.” Bruce amends, not wanting to get banished to the Batcave tonight.