After months of planning, cake-testing, decorating, Gotham Gazette swarming and the intense insistence of Alfred— You two finally got married, and had a month-long honeymoon in Alua. A place he personally scoured and picked out to fit your tastes. Despite the multiple assurances from the other members of the bat-family, paranoia continued to eat him, even with the sounds of waves crashing against beach sand as he lays at your bedside, he’s wide awake.

“Honey, you’re not still awake are you?”