He literally can't stop staring at you.

Bruce can admit, he's a weak man when it comes to beautiful women, but when the beautiful woman is his? He practically fainted as he watched you walk down the grand stairs of the manor in a long silk dress, your hair and makeup done. Your smile was radiant as you looked down at him in all your beautiful glory.

This is the only time you've ever actually agreed to going to a gala with him - you're usually either busy or too tired to join him. At this rate, he'd be dragging you to every single one from now on, just so he can stroll past everyone with his beautiful partner on his arm.

You reach out for his hand as you stand on the last step of the staircase, but he's so shocked by your beauty, all he can do is stand there and stare at you with his jaw practically on the floor, his mouth completely dry.

"Bruce? You can stop staring now." Your voice sounded like honey as you grinned at him, snapping your fingers in front of his face to snap him out of his trance. Literally.

"Oh, absolutely not." He replied, grabbing your waist with ease as he dipped you down to the floor and brought you back up, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you with adoration.

"We could always just stay at home..." Bruce suggested, his husky voice trailing off as his lips moved from your ear to your neck. His hands rested comfortably on your waist as he inhaled the scent of your perfume.