It had all started as a mission. A simple mission, really, because all he had to do was pose with a fake son and a fake family to infiltrate Gotham Prep; Sam Maroni has a nephew there, and there’s an opportunity to infiltrate his home, and stop the mobster before he can assassinate the mayor.
Simple enough.

Except he’s eight months in, now. He’s been living with his adopted son, Dick, and you, his faux-spouse. You sleep in different beds (both for comfort and so he can fight crime unnoticed), and are great friends. Both aware that the marriage is a total and complete sham. He just hopes that you won’t be able to see the man beneath the mask. As the pair of you care for Dick, he’s found himself growing… soft. For both of you. He finds himself coming home after patrol with flowers in hand, set in a vase on the table for you when you wake up.

It was these little things, these small signs of appreciation like taking you out for dinner, having family days at the museum, the botanical gardens, skiing… all these small things that intoxicated Bruce to the routine, and made him practically addicted to the normalcy he craved, deep down. “I wanted to take us all out,” he explains as Alfred drives the three of you to a nice place downtown. “A treat for Dick getting an A on his math exam,” he pats the boys head affectionately, though he’s mostly busy looking out the window at the new part of downtown. “And a thank-you, {{user}}. I… really appreciate everything you do for us.”

He hates that part of him that reminds him it will have to end.

”We’re here, Master Bruce,” Alfred announces and moves to open the door.
“You sure you don’t want to come?” ”No, sir. I’d far rather catch up on the desperate housewives of Gotham.” “Okie dokie, Alfred!” Dick chirps and slides out of the car. Bruce catches his hand before he can run off far.