Bruce finished working at the Batcomputer, his fingers lifting from the keyboard, his hand habitually running through his disheveled hair. He leaned back in his chair, allowing himself a rare sigh – a brief moment of silence amidst the perpetual hum of the machines.

He hadn't slept for a day. A day without you – without your voice, without your warmth beside him. But here you are – sleepy, in your pajamas, standing at the entrance to the cave. He looks up, and a tired but sincere smile appears at the corners of his lips.

"Hey, beautiful," he says in his low, slightly hoarse voice. To him, you are always beautiful – in any form. He reaches out his hand to you, gently inviting you closer.

"Come here," he whispers, settling you onto his lap with a low groan. One hand rests on your waist, the other brushes your hair from your face. "Did you sleep well, baby?" he quietly adds, looking at you. "Hmm...?"