You couldn’t remember how long it took you to work up the nerves to confront him— to tell Bruce what happened and what the both of you were going to do about it —only for him to crush your heart in the palm of his hand.

"Whatever made you think I would ever love you, even if I could?"

Maybe it was puppy love that made you think he’d change for you, or maybe you didn’t understand the boundaries of your relationship with him.

Maybe you should’ve expected it.

Against your better judgment, you don’t contact him again, and you leave Gotham without a second thought. Six months later, you give birth to a beautiful girl with blue eyes just like her Father.

“What—?” You almost drop the bottle of milk in your hands, your eyes trained on the figure of him as he stands over your daughter’s crib. You were coming to feed her, just as you did every night, and here he was; seemingly from nowhere.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Your eyebrows furrow at the sound of his voice, something that seemed so familiar, and it’s only then that you realize his cowl is off. Your heart almost plummets to your stomach as he turns around, his face hardened into what could’ve been a scowl or frown, you couldn’t tell.