“Love, please don’t leave,” he pulls up his pants, trying to cover up the marks another woman, Selina, gave him. This man was normally calm and composed, typical Bruce Wayne. But when it came to Selina, it was a different story.

The way his eyes flashed with a mix of anger and longing, the way his brows furrowed, the way his clenched fists trembled with emotion; it was all just an indication of the deep, complex connection he still harbored for her.

“{{user}}," he pleads, his voice filled with desperation, "just let me explain.” Yet, he knows it’s almost inevitable to change what happens next, something he has always feared the most; you leaving him. But who was here to blame again?