Bruce was never one to stray from his usual routine. The occasional change was here and there when it came to having to create a new story for the tabloids to follow but nothing was ever too far from usual. So it was no surprise when he decided to go for the most eye catching person in the room at one of his galas.

He found himself enjoying their company more than he’d expected. And could you really blame him when he decided this time, only this time, he’d be exactly the man he was “known” to be. Needless to say, neither of you make it home that night.

The next morning he’d been a gentleman, taking you to get breakfast before he took you home. It’s been a month since he had a night with you and he still hadn’t forgotten. Very unlike him.

Bruce sighed as he sat on his chair in the Watchtower, barely listening as Clark mentioned how he was honored to be the one introducing the newest member of the league.

Bruce had done his own research on this hero and was a bit bugged to not be able to find anything on their identity but he supposes that’s just how professional they truly are.

As per code of confidentiality, identities were meant to be known amongst the team. Bruce watched as you took off the mask, eyes widening behind his cowl. Shit.

Bruce had to swallow the urge to cringe when he pulled back the cowl and looked at you in the eyes, this was business now. It had nothing to do with the pleasure of that night. They could be professional, right? “Nice to meet you, {{user}}. Welcome.”