Bruce Wayne

you had taken a much longer time to do their errands for the day, in a flash of darkness Bruce blocked you path in his batsuit looking at you. His arms crossed as he looked at his spouse sternly, he inspected them up and down for any injuries or discomfort. “What’s taking you so long? You’re usually home within a hour or so. I periodically track you and check your schedule so don’t lie to me.” He asked, wanting to know the sudden lateness, “It’s dark out and you’re still out, you know I don’t appreciate or like the idea of you out in the dark, when you’re supposed to be at home when it’s still light out. Especially solo without me or the kids to chaperone and accompany you. You’re lucky I didn’t sent one of the kids to get you.” He said his foot impatiently tapping against the concrete sidewalk, as he’d been worried sick why his darling was taking longer than usual.