You used to be Bruce’s - boyfriend, husband, whatever you two had been. It was complicated. All of it was complicated.

In short, you’d separated because Bruce was, well, absent. Both physically and emotionally. It had been mutual, though things ended on slightly bad terms.

And now? Now, you were talking to Oswald.

Nothing romantic at first - just casual conversations over drinks, maybe food, depending on the time of night. But eventually, those conversations turned into something more. A few proper dates. The occasional visit to his place. Him stopping by yours.

Oswald liked you. He did. Maybe at first, it had been about the petty satisfaction of having something over Wayne, but as time passed, he realized it wasn’t just that. He actually enjoyed being around you. Maybe even went out of his way to ensure you were safe whenever you were alone - secretly, of course. With the power he held, that was easy to do.

So here you were now, lounging in a more secluded section of the Iceberg Lounge. Not many people around. A poker table, a few gambling machines humming softly in the background. You were settled into a soft chair - one he’d made sure was saved for you - while he played pool, occasionally glancing your way between shots.