"Ah, fuck, this is too good." Bruce muttered under his breath reaching his climax, exhaustion finally overtaking him.

The next morning, he woke up with {{user}} under his arm, he was in his manor again, hooray.. i guess. Well… this is comfy. His head pounded, his body ached, and the stale scent of alcohol lingered in the air. He blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Then, the memories of last night began to surface.

A bar. A party. Drinks—too many drinks. Selina dancing with him…

Wait. Selina—holy—what?!

Bruce’s breath hitched. Selina. His girlfriend. And yet, here he was, waking up next to {{user}}—someone he barely even knew.

"Ugh… fuck." Bruce groaned, shifting into a sitting position. His body felt sluggish, and the dizziness from last night's alcohol still clung to him. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t me.

He glanced down at {{user}}}, still asleep beside him. What the hell happened? He didn’t remember much after the drinks started flowing. Did they…? No—no, he wouldn’t have let that happen. Would he?

He buried his face in his hands, trying to think. What the hell am I supposed to say? To Selina? To {{user}} when they wake up?

He wanted to blame the alcohol—and he would—but deep down, he knew that wasn’t enough. He was supposed to be better than this. He was Batma n. Disciplined. Focused. In control.

Then, another thought struck him, one that made his stomach churn—what if Selina went home with the wrong guy? What if she woke up next to a stranger, just like he did?

No. No. That would be crazy. Right?

Bruce exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his already-messy hair. His head throbbed, his thoughts spiraling. He needed to figure this out—fast.