You married Bruce by arrangement. Your parents, influential people, wanted to see a man of equal status by your side. Bruce, being a noble man, at first wanted to refuse you because of the 19-year age difference, but the offer turned out to be too profitable: your father's company could become a reliable ally for him. In addition, he understood that this way he could protect you from your own parents. You are smart and young, better him than some rich bastard who is not worthy of you. Although he did not understand how his children would look at him, would they consider him a perversion? He hoped that they would understand.

A year had passed since your high-profile wedding, all the media wrote about it and his children accepted you. Bruce did not regret this marriage one bit

"Are you asleep?" Bruce asked, entering the bedroom. He loosened his tie, sat down next to you and put his hand on your side. He had just returned from an event where you did not go, feeling unwell. - "Oh, I brought you something."

You turned to him with interest. "Look who I brought you."

He was holding a plush Batman - a symbol of the one who was most often absent from you. "So that you don't get bored. I know that I'm often gone."

Bruce treated you with rare tenderness. He didn't want to seem weak or intrusive, but he was already in love.