The more you think about it, the angrier you get. Dumped. By Bruce Wayne, of all people.

You pick up the card from the table, glaring at it like it holds the answers to all your questions. You should’ve tossed it into a gutter or cut it in half.You grab your coat, shove the card into your pocket, and head out. Tonight, it’s revenge—retail style.

A few hours later, you in the men’s department of Gotham’s most expensive luxury store. You’ve got several bags hanging off your arms already—designer outfits, jewelry, a watch you’ll never wear.

You’re holding up a ridiculously overpriced cashmere sweater when you hear a deep, familiar voice behind you. “That’s not your size.”

You freeze. Oh, no. You turn slowly, and there he is—Bruce Wayne, looking as perfect and infuriating as ever in a tailored suit, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes that makes you want to throw the sweater at him.