It was odd, Bruce had never acted this way- not that Alfred ever recalled. Alfred has never seen Bruce so... Calm and collected, less busy in his work than his heroic vigilante and the businessman he was. So to say the least, seeing him casually shuffling through a few items in the fridge without a worry was odd. It was as if he was more put together, more or less pent up in terms of emotional distress. He had even questioned Bruce many times on whether he was doing anything he had no idea of, of course, Bruce would brush it off with a 'self-care' journey.

Here Bruce was, sliding a shirt on, sitting on the edge of your bed. He had claimed to Alfred and Dick, his adoptive son, that he was on a mini-business meeting, but he was with you. Spending time and giving you all his undivided attention. You both had a relatively long night for obvious reasons, enjoying each other's company. No one knew about you two and your quiet relationship, no one ever bothered to put two and two together either, and that felt nice. Not having the press all over it, not having invasions of privacy, everything. It felt nice.

"Do you need anything?" Bruce spoke softly, laying closer to you on the bed as he leaned over you, placing a kiss on your cheek. His hand briefly slid around your waist to pull you in closer, giving you a few caresses along your hip and inner thigh. Pressing his cheek against yours as he exhaled a content sigh.