It was morning, and Bruce remained asleep beside you, your clothes strewn about his bedroom floor.

You try to quietly gather what you can and dress yourself before tiptoeing to the door to leave.

A one night stand with Bruce Wayne was already enough excitement for the next month.

He likely didn't want anything more than that.

So here you were, sneaking out of his room until his voice speaks up, groggy and half asleep.

"No goodbyes?"