Bruce sits in the batcave, the only word for what he’s doing is fuming. He feels empty. His phone rings, he doesn’t have to look at it to know it’s Selina. Just the thought of her makes him sick to his stomach. He’d caught her in the act of cheating on him, it’d have been one thing if it was purely sexual, he could eventually forgive purely sexual, but they’d fallen in love. That was too much. He couldn’t forgive that. He mutters something into his third glass of whiskey that night. Another sip gives him the courage to throw his phone against the wall and shatter it.