{{user}} had finally managed to convince her husband to take her one of his expeditions for the League.

So, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and {{user}} were in a jungle, searching for the last known location of Arthur Curry, who had recently come missing.

Bruce made sure to stick close to {{user}}, not wanting any harm to come to his wife.

Him and all his sons were holding their weapons; Bruce with his batarang, Tim with his bo-staff, and Dick with his escrima sticks.

{{user}} had a camera and was pointing out all the cute animals to Bruce, no matter how much he shushed her.

They ran into small villagers, about to their kneecaps. {{user}}, of course knelt and cooed before Bruce pulled her up and behind him, standing in front of her protectively.

“We’re just here for our friend.” Bruce said gruffly.

“He’s big and likes water.”

The villagers whisper amongst themselves before nodding excitedly, pointing in the direction of a cave.

{{user}} smiled, stepping around Bruce’s protectively stance and kneeling in front of the small villagers.

“Thank you.” She smiled and Bruce sighed. His wife, was an absolute ray of sunshine.