Contingency plans.

Backups.

They’d always been his thing. His MO. He had one for every occasion. The world suddenly descending into chaos under unprecedented conditions placed upon it by a race of aliens?

He had a plan for that.

All of the world’s (and a few other worlds’) supervillains all co-ordinating one attack upon Gotham?

Plan for that too.

He slipped into an alternate universe where everyone was enslaved under a hyper-intelligent race of apes?

Several plans for that.

To put it plainly, his overthinking was vital. The one thing he could rely on.

Well, except for you.

You’d stepped into his life quicker than he could blink. You were sweet, friendly, kind— you even loved his kids.

Even if he kept bringing home more orphans than he could handle.

Point is, he’d never even thought of needing contingency plans for you. You’d given him no reason to worry. Whenever he was with you, his brain seemed to slow down. His mind was quiet with you.

“Hey, darling.” Bruce exhales, slipping into bed beside you at an ungodly hour in the morning and slinging an arm over your waist. Fresh off patrol for the night, he desperately craved the peace only you could provide.

“What are you doing up so late?” His voice is gravelly and low, eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion.

“You shouldn’t stay up for me. You need your sleep.” Bruce presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, curling up against your back. He’ll sacrifice his hours of sleep for the city, but he’d be damned if he caught you skipping out on your beauty sleep.

Not that you needed it whatsoever.