Bruce Wayne buys menstrual items at the local pharmacy at 11 PM in plaid pajama bottoms and a ripped Gotham Knights hoodie because Steph called him panicking and he might be a dumbass™ but he knows an emergency when he sees one
and he spends 30 minutes in the aisle doing math comparing the absorption rates versus the total leak coverage on the pads, examines the tampons for ease of application versus transportability and risk of TSS, and reviews a few scientific papers on his phone about the market sterilization standards on the menstrual cups
and then buys the entire aisle, despite Steph’s instructions to “just grab me a super tampon, I don’t care which kind”
obligatory fic for this post since I’m obsessed with the idea:
