Requested by JessicaKentWayne
Sorry it took so long. Just some fluff.
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Bruce tweaked his car, trying really hard to dodge the grease and oil that was dripping down.

He rolled out, smiling at his handy work.

Y/N walked in and rolled her eyes as he saw Bruce smiling at the Batmoblie like a idiot he was.

"Bruce, you look retarded."

He turned around and frowned at Y/N who was sipping the drink in her hand.

"Thanks." He said, sarcastically.

"Welcome." She chirped and slid into the seat looking at Bruce's built in crime monitor.

"Anything?" He asked, washing his hands in the sink nearby.

"Nope." She said, opening a tab to Netflix and scrolling through tv shows.

Bruce frowned. Usually there would be crime by now.

"Maybe they are planning something." Bruce said, anxious.

"Or maybe they are taking a break. Bad guys need there beauty sleep too." Y/N pointed out. "Why don't you go tweak your motorcycle or something?"

"Great idea." He thought of something. "What if I add rockets to my motorcycle?" He asked.

"You're crazy, besides, the rockets would throw you off at such high velocity." She replied back, still bored.

"You're right."

"I always am."

A silence creeped into the bat cave as Bruce thought of more ideas. He pulled out his shelf of explosive military objects he probably wasn't suppose to have.

Y/N was scrolling through Instagram.

"How about missiles?" Bruce asked, rhetorically.

"Just keep in mind if the velocity and the opposing force." Y/N answered.

Bruce nodded, thoughtfully. "What if I put a machine gun—"

"Bruce, no."

"Bruce, yes."

"Godamnit Bruce." She sighed, giving up.