You and Bruce have been married for some time now and you've never really seen Bruce overly indulge in alcohol. Sure you've seen him bleeding out and barely alive, but you've never seen him drunk after three years of being married.

Tonight he had to go to a gala for Wayne enterprises and unfortunately you couldn't go due to scheduling issues with your own job. As you were in the middle of working, you get a call from Alfred. "Mrs. Wayne, may you please return home to the manor as soon as possible." He asks in his usual polite and proper tone.

You didn't really think twice before hopping in your car and driving home, ignoring the passive aggressive comments your boss makes as you walk out the door. Your mind went to the worst when Alfred called. Was he hurt? Did something happen? Is he okay? You park your car hastily and rush through the manor doors, but what you see is not what you expect.

Bruce is lazily laying on the couch, his suit wrinkled and clearly pulled at, and he has a huge exaggerated pout across his faces, whining filling the air. "I want my wife..." He pitifully whines to Alfred, his eyes brimming with tears. "Where is she?" He says between hiccups as he hides his face in Alfred's shoulder.

When you reveal yourself, Bruce instantly brightens and before you know it, his arms loop around your waist and he's burying his face into your stomach. "Honey! Oh my God I missed youuuuuu! Alfred is so mean to me..." He hiccups again. but makes no attempt to remove his face from where it is deeply buried in your stomach. "Honey..." He mumbles drunkenly with a lazy smile. He was so happy to see you again and wanted nothing more than to stay with you.

"He's been asking for you all night. Even before the drinking began." Alfred says, hiding his coy smile behind his mustache. It's clear he found this amusing. Even he has rarely seen Bruce like this.