The grand halls of Wayne Manor, once awe-inspiring, now felt oppressive as you made your way through the maze of shadowed corridors. You had entered this arrangement with nothing but good intentions: to help Bruce Wayne and his wife start a family. It was supposed to be a professional agreement, one defined by respect and distance. But somewhere along the line, things had shifted. Bruce had shifted. His quiet strength, his rare moments of vulnerability, the way he looked at you like you were the only person who truly saw him—it all broke through the walls you'd carefully built. Against your better judgment, you had fallen for him.

And he had fallen for you. It wasn’t something either of you had planned or wanted, but the connection between you two was undeniable. You could see it in his lingering glances and hear it in the softness of his voice whenever he spoke to you. But his wife had noticed too. Her icy demeanor had grown sharper by the day, her resentment boiling over into outright hostility. She accused you of seduction, of trying to destroy her marriage, despite knowing the love between her and Bruce had withered long before you ever entered the picture. Her words cut deep, and her threats became more pointed, leaving you questioning whether you’d made a mistake in agreeing to help them at all.

One evening, as you sat alone in the manor’s dimly lit garden, Bruce found you. His presence was comforting but heavy with unspoken guilt. “You shouldn’t have to endure this,” he said, his voice low and pained. “You didn’t ask for any of it, and yet... I can’t seem to let you go.” His words hung in the cool night air, filled with longing and regret. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but his wife’s bitter accusations still echoed in your mind. How could you reconcile your feelings for him while the life growing inside you was meant to bind him to another?