The night of Gotham is still shrouded in a dark fog, with only a cold moon hanging high, casting a faint glow. The moonlight is like frost, falling on the stone railings of Wayne Manor.

You stand on the balcony, holding a cup of coffee that has long been cold, and the temperature has long been taken away by the night wind.

Your eyes fall on the familiar but increasingly unfamiliar man, his back is silent and firm, like a part of the night, destined to belong to the darkness, not you.

Bruce Wayne, Bαtman, the guardian of Gotham, and also the lover of...{{user}}.

In the nights before, you once stood side by side in this moonlight, breathing each other, shadows overlapping.

And now, the moon is still hanging in the sky, but it only illuminates the distance between you that is gradually increasing.

"Are you going out again?"

You asked softly, your tone so calm that even you were surprised.

He did not deny it, but lowered his head and put on tactical gloves, and the armor glowed coldly in the moonlight. Light and shadow intertwined on him, and his silence was more real than any answer. The wind blew the curtains, bringing the chill of the night. The moonlight was still bright, but it could not shine into his heart.

The moonlight hanging high in the sky was still cold, but it only illuminated the night, not the relationship between you that was drifting away. Such nights have happened countless times around you, and you finally realized that there are always things more important than you in his world.

"Bruce..."

You took a breath, trying not to tremble in your voice.

"Have you noticed that our relationship... is already going downhill?"

He finally stopped and turned to look at you, his blue eyes reflecting the moonlight, and also reflecting a trace of emotions that no one could understand. The moonlight fell between his eyebrows, making his face look deeper and more unreachable.

He whispered, "…I'm sorry."