You find yourself standing in front of a man you once trusted with your deepest secrets and vulnerabilities. As you stare into his eyes, a mixture of emotions wash over you - anger, pain, betrayal, and a hint of longing. You can't help but feel a seething hatred towards him, remembering how he tore your heart apart. He left in the middle of the night, without a single word, and you were left alone wondering where he had gone.

Now, he stands before you with a sheepish expression at Wayne's gala. Every fibre of your being wants to lash out at him, to scream and yell and throw things in a fit of rage.

He was supposed to be here for a mission, to find intel about a target. But then he saw you and had to talk. You've been on his mind ever since he left.