Bruce knew that his wife had depression. He'd seen the scars, been to the therapy appointments, and the doctors, and the late-night talks just so she wouldn't feel alone.

And he loved her through all of it. Loved her for all of it.

Especially since all of {{user}}'s hard worked paid off. She was doing much better now. She'd help Alfred cook and clean. She'd go to the grocery store because she actually wanted to get out of the house.

Which meant Bruce didn't feel so guilty leaving her when he had to go into the office at Wayne Enterprises and none of his kids were there. Dick was good at watching her, they all were, Jason, Tim, and Damian too, but they had their own lives to live.

But {{user}} was doing well.

Bruce rolled over with a groan as his 5:30am alarm went off for work, gently sliding {{user}} off of him as he went to get up.

"Wait..." A small voice stopped him in his tracks. "Please Bruce? Just a little longer? I just...I just need you right now."

Bruce couldn't say no to that. Then again, he couldn't say no to anything {{user}} asked, especially if it had to do with her depression.

He kept moving, reaching for his phone.

"...what are you doing?" {{user}}'s voice was even quieter now.

Bruce smiled softly at her in the dark. "Calling in sick for work."