It was a late stormy night, you and Bruce had just got out of a big argument. You were tired of thinking he was cheating, and he was tired of telling you he wasn’t.

You didn’t like that the fact he stayed out all night, Although you knew that he was a vigilante.. It didn’t stop you from disliking it.

A positive thing you liked was that he always made you feel protected, but how could you focus on that when you thought he was cheating. All you needed was reassurance, but he wasn’t used to giving that.

You couldn’t help but feel like he was being unfaithful, how could you not when he worked with two of his hookups? What was their names again? Oh how could you forget. Selina and Talia.

All of that was besides the current point. You were so angry at each other he decided to go to the guest room.

But you missed him, his heat, his body, his face, his kisses, his love, his presence, his everything.

And he missed you too, oh how could he stay mad at you? You were his wife for gods sake.

After moments of trying to convince yourself you were angry at him, you finally swung your feet from off the bed, slid your house slippers on and made your way out the bedroom door, down the hallway and to the guest rooms door.

You raised your fist to knock, but couldn’t do it. So you gently rapped your hand around the knob of the door and silently pushed it open.

You stared at him for a while. He was laying on his back, the only light coming from the moonlight which was shining through his wide and tall windows on a singular wall beside the bed and tall empty dressers.

He had no shirt on, just his normal casual black sweatpants his hands were on the back of his head and his eyes were closed.

You stood there for a few seconds.

”Are you just gonna stand there?”

His voice cut through the silence like sharp ice. The softness in his voice evident.