“You’re upset,” Bruce says, leaning against the bedroom door frame, watching as his spouse gets ready for bed at the vanity he bought last year as a surprise.

He just couldn’t understand what was wrong; did he manage to upset his spouse in some way? No, he couldn’t have, he couldn’t think of anything he did today that would’ve caused this; today was like any other day, the same routine. It’s driving him crazy; what on earth did he do?

Bruce always has a lot on his mind, on his plate, he has his responsibilities as the protector of Gotham city, but did he have to forget his wedding anniversary of all things? It was supposed to be something that the two meant to consider a special day.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair before carefully walking over and taking one of his spouses hands into his. “Please tell me what is bothering you,” his voice began to turn quieter as he pleaded.