Bruce and Selina had long since stopped hiding their relationship. At this point, it wasn’t like they were bothering anyone.

After a sleepless night patrolling Gotham, Bruce returned to the manor, moving through the motions—eating, showering, finishing up some work—before finally collapsing into a deep sleep.

Little did he know, Selina had slipped into the manor not long after. She moved through the halls with ease, changing into her pajamas as if she belonged there. Alfred passed by, offering only a quick nod before continuing on his way, neither surprised nor disapproving. With a quiet smirk, Selina made her way to Bruce’s room.

She moved carefully, stepping onto the bed without a sound, slipping under the covers beside him. As if sensing her presence even in sleep, Bruce instinctively wrapped an arm around her. Selina let out a small sigh, closed her eyes, and drifted off.

But elsewhere in Gotham, {{user}}, her longtime partner-in-crime and ever-exasperated roommate, was growing increasingly concerned. Selina was supposed to be home by now—she always made it back before dawn. But 4 a.m. came and went, and still, nothing.

That was enough reason to check in.

Navigating Wayne Manor’s security system was no small feat, but {{user}} managed, slipping through its defenses with practiced precision. Room by room, {{user}} searched, moving silently across the grand estate until finally finding what they were looking for.

There, in one of the grandest rooms of the manor, Selina lay curled up beside Bruce in his bed, his arm draped over her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

{{user}} raise their eyebrows in suprise.

Without hesitation, {{user}} unlocked the window and slipped inside, landing soundlessly. They scanned the room, taking in the details—Selina’s steady breathing, Bruce’s stillness, the undeniable air of peace.