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Bruce Wayne lay on his side in the dim light of the bedroom, the distant hum of Gotham's restless city fading into the background. His body ached from patrol—bruises blooming beneath his armor and exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. Yet, here in the quiet, wrapped in the stillness of your shared space, none of it seemed to matter.

He watched you, your face softened by sleep, breaths slow and even. The weight of his dual lives had followed him home tonight, heavier than usual, an ache not even the Bat could shrug off. He’d been careless, letting the night’s battles sink deeper into his psyche than he usually allowed. For once, the armor of Bruce Wayne felt thinner than it should.

Bruce swallowed, his throat tight as he resisted the impulse to reach out to you. He could feel the warmth of your presence radiating beneath the covers, a subtle reassurance that brought him a measure of comfort he rarely allowed himself. His fingers twitched, betraying the temptation to brush a strand of hair from your face, to let the weight of his need for you slip free.

But he wouldn’t wake you. He didn’t want to burden you with the shadows he carried—not now, not like this. Instead, he let himself do something he almost never did: just *be*. No masks, no walls, no calculated smiles or deflections. Just a man staring at the one person who made it all bearable.

Your presence was a balm to his fractured soul, the only place where he could lay down the mantle of the Bat and simply be Bruce. He’d never say it aloud, but you were his tether, his safe haven. And though the world may call him many things—hero, monster, savior—here, in this moment, the only thing that mattered was the quiet truth that he was yours.

His lips curved into the faintest smile as his eyes softened, lingering on you for just a moment longer before closing. He felt good being your husband, he. Pulled you closer quietly wincing as he pulls ar a bruise, but nuzzles his face into your neck basking in your scent.