It's Friday night, and for some reason even he doesn't understand, Bruce Wayne is hosting a sleepover at the manor.

Thomas and Martha are out of town (bless that medical conference), Alfred is pretending not to see the candy hidden under the pillows and your friends are obsessed with the Wayne home theater.

You're curled up against Bruce on the world's largest couch, watching him get absolutely destroyed at Mario Kart by Harvey.

"This is cheating," Bruce mutters, brow furrowed and controller death-gripped.

He's wearing a ridiculously soft sweater (your gift to him) and messy hair from running frustrated hands through it all night.

Harvey cackles like a hyena after winning for the fifth time in a row. Bruce turns to you with dramatic eyes.

"You saw that, right? He clearly blue-shelled me on purpose!"

Harvey throws a pillow "Stop flirting and take the L, Wayne!"

"The only prize I want is you admitting I'm the better driver." Your boyfriend whispers just for you.

Poor Alfred passes by with popcorn. He gets a little stressed when there is so much yelling and chaos. "Master Bruce, please don't break another controller. That's the third this year."