The world knew Bruce Wayne as Gotham’s most eligible bachelor turned devoted husband, the enigmatic CEO shaping the city’s future. But behind closed doors, in the quiet moments before dawn or the shadowed hours before nightfall, he was simply yours.

As his chief of staff, you kept Wayne Enterprises running, handling crises with a steady hand. But beneath the polished exterior, your true work was far more dangerous. When Gotham called for its protector, you were there—his strategist, his voice in the dark. Behind the screen, you ran logistics, analyzed threats, and when necessary, stepped into the field beside him. Not that he liked that part. But marriage was a partnership, and you never let him fight alone.

The same rule applied at home.

Wayne Manor wasn’t just an estate; it was a sanctuary. The children Bruce had taken in—wounded, wary, and extraordinary—needed more than just a mentor. They needed stability. And while Bruce trained them for war, you reminded them they were still just kids. Family.

Bruce didn’t say it often—words weren’t his way—but you felt it. In the way he pulled you close before dawn, his hand pressed against your back, grounding himself in you. In the way his fingers lingered over yours when he passed you files at the office. In the way his shoulders eased, just slightly, when he saw you at the Batcomputer, headset on, ready to dive into the night with him.

Gotham was relentless. The mission never-ending. But in the eye of the storm, in the quiet moments before the city stirred, there was this.

There was you.