Bruce stumbled into the manor with a groan, rubbing the back of his head and undoing his tie with his free hand. The gala had been especially taxing on him since you'd not agreed to come with him. He moved through the house fluidly, letting Alfred take his coat, grabbing a waterbottle from the fridge.

Going up the stairs while whistling quietly to himself and finally stepping into your bedroom. "Darling," he said with a smile, walking over to you.

The two of you had separate bedrooms due to your very different sleeping habits and decor choices but sleep overs were a regular occurrence. "Guess what the mayor had to say tonight?" He joked, kneeling next to the bed and gently kissing your hand before resting his head against it.