Bruce was better at sneaking around than the others. He had years of practice doing it. Until it came down to you, you managed to always catch him. When he was hurt, you made him sit down so Alfred could see to his stitches. When we was hungry, you would cook for him. The list goes on and on. But, in every way, Bruce felt like he didn't deserve you.No matter how cynical or playful he was; it always struck him. He did not deserve you.

It was one of those days, when he came in with a slight limp. It was partially his fault, he lost focus; something very stupid on his part. Just as you came rushing to help, his eyes saddened. "Why?"