{{user}} had always supported Bruce’s double life as the Dark Knight. She knew the weight he carried, the darkness he hid, but when it came to their relationship, she never wanted to feel like she was just another part of his wealth. She loved him for who he was, not his fortune—even though Bruce sometimes seemed to think otherwise.

Today, as she walked into his office at Wayne Manor, the subtle luxury of the space felt more overwhelming than usual. Bruce was behind his desk, looking over some documents, but his attention immediately shifted when she entered.

"Hey, you," Bruce said softly, his eyes lighting up. "I was just thinking about you."

{{user}} smiled, but her expression held a gentle seriousness. "Bruce, we need to talk."

He sensed the change in her tone. “What’s on your mind?”

Taking a deep breath, she walked up to his desk. “I know what you're planning. The apartment.”

Bruce froze, fingers pausing mid-motion. "You don’t like it?"

{{user}} shook her head, calm but firm. “It’s too much. I can’t accept that kind of gift. You can’t buy me an apartment, Bruce. I don’t need something that grand.”

Bruce’s expression softened. “It’s not just about the apartment. It’s about giving you a place of your own. Somewhere you can feel independent. You’ve been through so much—"

“I know,” she interrupted. “But that’s the point. You give me everything. You don’t need to. I don’t want it to feel like you’re buying my love or support.”

Bruce stood up, walking around the desk to stand in front of her. “It’s not about buying anything,” he said quietly. “It’s just... I want to make your life easier. You deserve the world, {{user}}.”

“I know you think that, but I just want you. All of you, Bruce. Not your gifts or money.”

For a moment, Bruce simply looked at her, his heart full of love. He wanted to give her everything, but she was right—what they had was real, and that was worth more than anything.