Your relationship with Bruce had grown cold — no longer what it once was. In the mornings, he worked at his company, and in the evenings, he became the Dark Knight, protecting Gotham. He had thrown himself so deeply into it all that he forgot about you. You started to think he was cheating, but only God knows how much he still loves you. When he saw that you had filed for divorce, his heart broke.

You were asleep that evening — it had been a long day. As usual, you thought Bruce wasn’t home. But when you went down to the kitchen, you found him standing by the stove. He was leaning on the counter with one hand, holding a frying pan with the other. The dim light cast a soft shadow over his muscular back, marked with scars. He was shirtless, wearing only pajama pants that hung loosely on his hips.

“Hungry?” he asked when he noticed you staring at him. “I made us dinner. I know you’ve had a long day.”