Upon opening your door to him, you didn't greet Bruce with a warm hug as you usually did. He didn't lean into you, either, as if he was expecting that.

Normally you could handle Bruce's lack of texts or calls; he was Bruce Wayne, for God's sake. He was a busy man. But three months? No call, no text? This you couldn't handle. This you didn't sign up for.

He'd finally called you, asked to come round to explain himself. So here you sat, your dinner in front of you, not having offered him anything.

"I haven't been completely honest..." He began.