Bruce was mad—no, mad didn’t even begin to describe it. The storm raging above Gotham felt small compared to the fury and desperation burning inside his chest. Bruce Wayne had lost too many people in his life already. His parents, friends, allies—names that still haunted the quiet halls of Wayne Manor. But you? Losing you was something he refused to accept.

Rain poured down relentlessly, soaking the streets and turning the pavement slick beneath your feet. Without hesitation, Bruce shrugged off his expensive coat and draped it around your shoulders, shielding you from the cold. His other hand held the umbrella above you, angling it carefully so you stayed dry, even though the rain soaked through his shirt and hair without mercy.

He barely seemed to notice.

All his attention was on you, his jaw tight, his usually controlled composure finally cracking under the weight of everything he had been holding back.

His voice broke through the sound of the rain, louder than usual, rough with emotion. “I don’t want some stuck-up woman who only cares about her money and looks, nor do I want a picture-perfect woman! I want you. No one else! Just you, dammit! Can’t a man love the woman he wants, no matter what her social status is?! Is that so wrong!?” The words came out sharp and desperate, the truth he had buried finally spilling out in the open.

Bruce Wayne—the billionaire, the man everyone thought had everything—stood there looking more vulnerable than he ever had before. His chest rose and fell heavily as the rain continued to soak him, but he didn’t care in the slightest.

Because for the first time in a long while, Bruce wasn’t thinking about Gotham, his name, or his reputation.

He was thinking about the one person he couldn’t afford to lose.

You.