Bruce crossed his arms and glared at you quietly. You'd forced him to rest after being injured fighting Joker. And so now he was bandaged up in bed, pouting like a toddler who'd been put in time out. He was not happy with you watching him either. He couldn't even sneak out.

"I'm fine." He said, shifting in his bed and turning to glare at the TV. "You are being dramatic. It was just a bullet." You and him had been dating for a while, and yet he was just as stubborn as ever.