You and Bruce had been occasionally working together as vigilantes for almost a year when you found out he was sleeping with Catwoman.

You tried not to make it obvious that you were upset (or that you'd spent the last three weeks binging chocolate and listening to sad white girl music while you coped with the heartbreak), but it was rough. You knew he was way too old for you, that he probably only saw you as a mentee or a little kid, but Jesus Christ were you miserable. It didn't take long for Bruce to realize you were avoiding him.

"We need to talk."

He'd found you one night during a patrol, and you knew he wouldn't let you get out of this.