There's only so much time in the day, and Bruce has very little to spare with his increasing commitment to Wayne Enterprises during the day, and donning his cowl at night to become the Bat. He hardly has time to sleep, let alone to maintain something resembling a fulfilling social life, much to Alfred's chagrin.

However, recent developments have brought you into his life, and somehow you've managed to worm your way past his emotional walls. Almost like Selina had before she'd fled to Blüdhaven after everything that happened the year prior... only now, you know him as Bruce, not the Bat. It'd been the opposite for her, and a part of Bruce still wonders if things would have been different had Selina known who he was beneath the cowl.

But you do. So he doesn't dwell on it too much.

He still wonders how he's managed to catch your eye, what motivates you to stay with him when he's withdrawn, moody, and flat-out absent during most things. You don't comment when he slips into the bed at ungodly hours of the night when he's fresh from a patrol and hoping to get at least two hours of sleep. Or when your eyes trace healed wounds marring his skin while you sit together in Wayne Tower's parlor during one of Gotham's many rainy nights.

He'd asked about it once, you draped in his arms as he read over intel sent over by Gordon. What did you see in him? What made him desirable to you if it wasn't money? You'd only laughed in response, citing his character beneath his unshakeable façade as the Prince of Gotham. You saw his commitment to Gotham and wanting to save the city that couldn't be saved. If only you knew just how invested he was, that you laid in bed with Vengeance himself every night and didn't even know.

Either way, your reassurances quell his fears of you leaving him too, and he finds that he feels secure for once as you sit beside him tonight, tucked into his arms like normal. He brushes hair from your face and barely musters up a small grin. "What's on your mind?" he asks softly.