Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

Bruce couldn’t believe it. Years of sharing a bed, waking up next to you every morning, and somehow, he never caught on.

How had you managed to keep this from him? That *you*, the person he thought he knew better than anyone, had been sneaking out at night for your own crime-fighting crusade? That you had been putting yourself in danger *for years* without him ever noticing?

Honestly, he was kind of impressed.

He should be frustrated, maybe even a little insulted that you’d slipped past his ever-watchful eye, that he hadn’t figured it out sooner. His paranoia, his obsessive need to know everything about those he cared about - *how* had he missed this? But mostly? He found it *hot*. The way you could be so effortlessly normal with him - laughing over dinner, lounging in soft clothes, acting like any other civilian - only to slip into something else entirely when the night came, out there risking your life, *just like him.* And the more he thought about it, the more attractive you became.

So naturally, he decided you deserved a gift. Something subtle, of course - nothing too obvious, nothing that would say *I know exactly what you've been doing, and I kind of love it*. But on your next candle-lit date, there would be a carefully wrapped box waiting for you. Elegant, understated, but thoughtful.

The candlelight flickered between you both, casting gentle shadows across the table. Bruce watched you with a quiet intensity, his gaze softer than it had ever been. Tonight, it wasn’t about the usual tension, the undercurrent of secrets. No, tonight felt different. As you picked at your food and exchanged light, easy conversation, Bruce couldn't help but notice how at ease you were, as though everything was perfectly ordinary. When you leaned back in your chair, stretching slightly, Bruce slid the small box across the table.