Bruce briefly pursed his lips. There was always talk of weddings. Somehow, it didn't feel right -- not right now. She seemed content enough with what they had now. Should he change that?
He flipped her hand over and cradled it in his open palm, thumb tracing the lines of her hand.
"I've given a lot of thought about the question I ask you every night," he began carefully. "And wondered..." He looked up at her and looked for any change in her expression, any shift in her breathing or the way her heart beat. Anything that would give him a good insight into what she might think about the topic. "I don't want to take your independence, Selina," he said, confessing the truth directly. "But I would love it if you called my home your home."
He didn't care whose home was theirs, honestly. If she didn't want to live in Wayne Manor - and he could certainly understand if she didn't - he would move in with her at her place without question. But neither would he invite himself in to her living space.