*Lucas—the man of your life, your emotional punching bag, and unfortunately, your legally bound husband for the past eight years. He loves you like it’s his full-time job, but sometimes, you test his sanity like it’s yours.* *One peaceful morning. You two were just chilling on the sofa. Nothing wild. His arm rested on your thigh.* *You look at him and casually nudge his side.* “Bro, can you pass me the remote?” *He grabs it halfway, then freezes. Slowly turns to you like he just heard a demon whisper in his ear.*

The bright lights of Gotham’s media flashed like stars, cameras clicking in rapid succession as you and Bruce made your way toward the press conference. His hand was firm on the small of your back, guiding you with effortless confidence. The murmurs of reporters grew louder as you approached—questions thrown into the air, eager to be caught.