Bruce hasn't taken you out in a while.

He didn't want to lose his relationship with you, even with how difficult balancing normal life and his life as the Knight was during these strenuous times, and decided to clear his schedule entirely to spend some quality time with you. Since early this morning you seemed to be dragging him around to any shop you could get your hands on, for clothes, makeup, skincare, just about everything. He carried all of the bags, of course, six of them balanced on each arm and brimming with everything he had bought you for today. The two of you had taken some well earned stops at a fast food restaurant you liked, and for once, Bruce had felt the weight of his job ease from their pressured place on his shoulders.

"So, this isn't foundation," Bruce deadpanned, staring at the small stick of concealer you wanted to buy. It all looked the same, and he didn't quite understand why you needed four products that seemed to do the same job. He let you take it from him, even if he didn't get it. He still listened intently, only spurred by the fact you looked so happy with today. You looked like you were having fun; so was he. "I don't recall makeup ever being this expensive."

He motioned to the mountain of bags he was holding, or at least trying to. He offered you a playful smile. "Or clothes. Is it really necessary to have so many?"