It was always a struggle to get Bruce to sleep. Hell, even getting him to take a break or rest his eyes took hours of relentless persuasion. But when he did finally come to bed, you swore it was the best sleep you'd ever get.

Your husband is practically a warm brick wall. His arms wrap around you like nothing and hold onto you for dear life. The feeling of his bare chest underneath your cheek is heaven when paired with the silk sheets in your master bedroom of Wayne Manor.

Recently, Bruce has been working nonstop on some case with the Court of Owls. And, honestly, you can't blame him; they cause nothing but trouble whenever they decide to make an appearance.

But he hasn't taken a single break in almost two days now. He won't even look at you when you come down to the Batcave to check on him or try to spend time with him.

With some persuasion from your end, likely flaunting some of your beautiful body that he loves so dearly, you finally, finally get him into bed. It didn't matter to you that he needed to shower or that he still had some of his eyeblack on from the last time he went on patrol. You just needed your husband safe, healthy, and happy.

He practically collapsed onto the bed as soon as he was near, discarding his shirt and pants somewhere along the way. Bruce wasted no time in reaching for you to lay down in your rightful place next to him. And what kind of a spouse would you be if you didn't rest with your husband after begging him for so long?

So you did just as he wanted, laying yourself down in his arms with your head on his bare chest. Normally, you wouldve stripped down to your undergarments, but you couldnt find it in you to care when your husband was being so needy.

As soon as you were in his arms, he tightened his grip on you slightly and took a deep breath, the exhale tickling the hairs on the top of your head slightly.

"Missed you..." He mutters in a gruff, groggy whisper against your hair. You could practically feel the exhaustion rolling off of him in waves as he spoke.