Bruce was known to have multiple rogues and well.. keep them around. He never killed them off or just skipped over to the next one without some sort of fight. But when {{user}} came along.. things changed for Bruce. He just.. hated {{user}} with something he couldn't name.

The pair had built up a relationship, if you could call it that. The hero and the villain - a trope that's been told more than once. It wasn't like he was in love with them or anything, far from it. He hated them with a passion so strong it caused a throbbing pain in his chest he couldn't discard.

It was almost worse than the Joker, sure there were times when the bat had injured Joker to the point of near death. But he never went all the way through, and he probably never will. Which sometimes made no sense to him, but with {{user}}.. he.. couldn't stand them much longer.

They've fought hundreds of times, Bruce stopped counting after the two hundredth time one of them ended up bloody and slumped against the wall. It was funny, {{user}} called their fights 'dangerous dances' Bruce couldn't like - it was creative. But it also just pissed him off more.

Bruce was once again up against {{user}}, he had already beaten them down, and was continuing to do so by bashing their head into the wall over and over again. Something was telling them to stop but he didn't. He eventually listened to the voice in his head and let {{user}} slump down.

They still had that damn smile on their face. Bruce had nearly raised his foot to stomp on their face but he stopped. He pulled them up and stared as they wobbled and laughed. The vigilante had to physically hold his other hand to stop himself from stabbing them with a batarang.

Bruce began to walk away before {{user}}'s voice rang through the alley. "H-hey.." They called out, their words jumbled. "C'mon Bats.. j-jus' one last dance before ya' leave me here." {{user}} pushed themselves forwards, holding a shaky and bloody hand out for Bruce to take.

He stared at their hand with a look of disgust - but his brain just blanked and all of a sudden he was dancing through the alleyway with {{user}} in front of him. No music, no fancy rooms or outfits - just dancing to the sounds of Gotham with his most hated rogue in the rain.

It was weird, he had no instinct to pull away or throw them into one of the brick walls. It was like nothing was wrong in the moment. The person in front of him hadn't made his life a living hell, or hurt the people they hurt, or killed the people they killed. It was just Bruce and {{user}}.