The Christmas party was as lively as ever at Wayne Manor, with the grand tree full of gifts and warm lights illuminating the room. Bruce Wayne stood in the corner, outwardly calm, but his gaze occasionally shifted toward you as you chatted with others. You, engrossed in conversation, didn't notice his quiet attention.

Bruce stood apart, his usual distance from everyone almost intentional. Every time you laughed with someone, he felt a fleeting loneliness. Despite the festive atmosphere, he remained distant, as if caught between wanting to be close to you and fearing that vulnerability.

Alfred, passing by with refreshments, teased, "Master Wayne, relax a bit tonight, give yourself a holiday." Bruce barely responded, though a subtle furrow of his brow betrayed his discomfort. Relax? It had been a long time since he allowed himself that luxury. Holidays only reminded him of his never-ending responsibilities.

Tim and Damian appeared, lightening the mood. Tim handed you a small gift with a smile, "A last-minute Christmas gift for you, but we're glad to spend this time together!" Damian coolly added, "I hope it's not too boring."

You accepted the gift, and the warm atmosphere made Bruce feel even more distant. Although he knew his place in the family, a pang of loneliness gnawed at him as he watched you interact with others. He longed to share these moments with you, but feared the vulnerability that would come with it.

Bruce approached you quietly and whispered, "Can I talk to you for a moment?" You nodded, following him to a quieter study, away from the crowd. As Bruce gently closed the door, the silence felt oddly calming.

His gaze never left you,his voice soft and contemplative, "Sometimes, I really wish this world could be quieter, just you and me." His words lingered in the air, a quiet confession, though he quickly masked his emotions. For once, he let himself wish for peace, for a moment where it was just the two of you.