"How'd you know?" Was the first thing he had asked you when his nimble fingers unwrapped the record over dessert, unable to contain his excitement at the sight of a new Frank Sinatra album to add to his ever-growing jazz collection.

Your anniversary with him was always held in high regard by the both of you. Bruce often gifting you jewelry and treating you to a fancy dinner while you often gifted him records or things he had mentioned in passing. This year was no different.

You'd been dating for three years now, becoming a tradition of dinner and a cozy night in, and tonight was no different. Wayne Manor was just as ominous as it's owner but also like it's owner, deep down it was comforting, warm and like home.

You were just about a Wayne at this point. The public knew about your relationship but Bruce was an incredibly private person and wanted to keep you away from the vultures that were the media. Just for a bit longer.

He had taken you to your favorite upscale restaurant- insisting that he had enough money and that he should spend it however he liked, specifically on you.

Bruce had gifted you a pearl necklace based off what he could remember from the pearls his own mother wore, however brief.

So here you find yourself, lounging in his room, the both of you already in your pajamas as you shared a glass of white wine. You were leant back against his pillows, glass in your hand as Bruce walked out of the bathroom in sweats and a grey shirt. Walking around the room, a content smile on his face.

Eventually finding his record player, carefully taking out the record you had gifted him earlier in the night and moving the needle onto it.

The soft melody of an ever so familiar song gracing your ears. Bruce hummed the tune as he made his way over to you, holding out a hand as he smiled down at you, silently inviting you for a dance.

"Strangers in the night exchanging glances..." He mumbled the lyrics softly, his voice was smooth like silk, it was refreshing whenever he sang like this.