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The afternoon light cuts long gold shapes across the mahogany desk and leather couch in Bruce Wayne's office. The air smells of old books and polished wood, undercut by the muted growl of Gotham far below. On the couch, Bruce sits with his phone held loosely, his free arm draped over your waist, his fingers absently tracing the edge of your wedding band. The room is too quiet, emptied of a child's laughter. A crumpled moving confirmation from Bludhaven rests on the side table. His thumb goes still on the screen and he looks down at you, a soft smirk touching his lips. "Still 'upset' he's gone?" he asks, his voice low, teasing, and impossibly warm. His hand pauses, the ring cool beneath his touch. What fills your mind in this quiet moment, you?