Bruce drove in silence, his hand were steady on the steering wheel, but his mind far from calm. Driving usually calms him but today his thoughts were spiraling. “Your majesty, I could drive-” Bruce driver called for the umpteenth time and Bruce interrupted him yet again, grinning. “I’m fine.”

With that he resigned asking any further.

The driver wasn't exactly relieved that Bruce was driving while he sat in the passenger seat, but he also knew Bruce wouldn't be bothered or change his ...