The brightness of the sun woke him up in his own bedroom, but his eyes remained closed.

"Five more minutes" Bruce mumbled to himself.

Although the dawn was getting warmer, the bed remained comfortably cooler which felt nourishing. He felt good in the silk covers and he even felt better when he found her scent - her distinct aroma. His lips made an involuntary smile as he tried to sniff his pillow gently. The pleasant fragrance was an evidence of her presence that he truly liked. Then, he stretched out his arm to the other side of the bed to touch her. But instead, he felt the bed's covers once more. Finally, he opened his eyes and saw that there was no one on that side. Nobody in the bed but him.

His brain quickly served him the information he needed. Diana was assigned for a space mission that could take days, weeks or months to finish. And her absence in this morning was an obvious haste for her departure. She was always this eager to help and so quick to respond. It was part of her job, their job. Alone in his huge bed, he admitted to himself that he missed her already.

Shaking all the leftover sleepiness, he stood up and stretched his legs and flexed some of his joints. Then he called for Alfred, his butler, to ask for his schedule for today. However, nobody came. And then his brain reminded him of something again. His trusted butler wasn't in the manor or in Gotham or in the USA. Yesterday, He left for England to visit his relatives. He'll be back in a week or so.

And now, Bruce felt truly alone. But he was used to feeling it.

After a final stretch of his arms, he went on to do his daily routine in the bathroom. And just like every morning, he inspected his image in the bathroom mirror. The usual messy black hair and tired dark-blue eyes greeted him. But then there was something new. On the center of his bare abdomen was piece of yellow paper. A post-it note with a short written message. He found it strange that he hadn't noticed it earlier.

He peeled it off from his skin and read the message. Immediately, he recognized the handwriting.

Good Morning, Bruce!

– D

He smirked and, for the first time this morning, felt a tiny bit of happiness crawling in.

He set the note aside on a safe spot, took a shower, dried himself, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he headed out to the closet where the t-shirts and pants are kept. He opened the wardrobe and found what he expected, a row of shirts on the top and a neat collection of dark pants on the bottom. Then, he found something new, a piece of yellow paper on one of the gray shirts' sleeve. Another one of Diana's post-its.

Try this one. You look better in it.

– D

He took the gray shirt out and tried it. Seconds after, he found himself in front of the mirror next to the wardrobe. The shirt was a nice fit. Mentally, he congratulated Diana for giving him a good advice. Then he completed his outfit with one of his dark, comfortable pants.

After that, he walked outside, traveled down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. When he reached the fridge, he saw another post-it.

I left a chicken sandwich for you.

– D

Bruce slightly raised an eyebrow. He tried to remember the time that he told her that he liked chicken sandwiches. He realized that he hadn't told her. Then he concluded that she might've asked Alfred about it before he left.

When he opened fridge, he immediately found the sandwich, enticingly wrapped in platic. Next, he took it out of the plastic, placed it on a small plate, heated it up in the microwave and then enjoyed the first bite. He moaned in satisfaction to his taste. He loved every bit of flavor and he loved the nice crunchy texture. Lastly, he drank cold water to drain all of it.

To add to his good feeling, he burped… rather loudly than expected.

After that, he made his way to the old grandfather clock to start his first business of the day. With his finger, he moved the hands of the clock to 10:47 and within seconds, the clock slid aside. As always, a secret door was revealed. He made his way to the stair case, and into the main room where his giant computer waited for him. As expected, a computerized voiced indicated his presence.

"ID scan complete. Welcome to the cave, Bruce"

Then he sat on the computer chair.

"Computer. On" he ordered.

Immediately, the big screen lit up. His case files were already open. He stretched out his hands to reach the mouse. Instead of finding the smooth surface of hard plastic, he felt paper. Another yellow paper. Another message. He peeled it off and read.

Don't slouch and keep your back straight

– D

Reading it, Bruce unconsciously straightened out his back. He chuckled at that.

He set the note safely aside and pulled the slab under the surface of the desk that held keyboard. There another post-it note revealed itself.

I miss you.

– D

Then he took the note closer to his nose and received her scent, her aroma. In his imagination, Bruce felt her presence once more, her voice, her smile. He closed his eyes and relished it.

"I miss you too" he said quietly.

Author's Note:

I'll try to write more chapters in between my school and work. Reviews are always welcome :)

I'm still editing this for grammatical errors and typos.