He wanted to make it up to you. So, here he was, your boyfriend standing on the back-porch of your apartment, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his super-suit. He thought he looked a little bit silly, standing in front of your back-door with a cheesy smile on his face. Who knows if you would even come outside? He didn't exactly tell you he was showing up. Who knows if you would even forgive him after the catastrophe of a date last night.

To summarize, last night, he had to leave the dinner date early to save a bunch of people, but while he was gone, someone attempted to kidnap you in the bathroom. He just barely saved you before you were out of Gotham City and into the countryside. But other small arguments had taken place before, and small arguments took place afterwards. He supposed he deserved it, but did he deserve you not speaking to him for the rest of the night, resulting in him just going back home? No, not in the slightest. In his opinion, at least.

As he looked at himself in the reflection of the door, inspecting the way he looked, he didn't even realize you approaching until the glass door swung open and suddenly, you and him were face to face for the first time that day.

"{{user}}, hi." He stammered quickly, handing you the bouquet of flowers, "Those are for you."

This was way too difficult for him.