This was stupid. Completely Wrong. How can a goddamn old grown man had such feelings towards his friend's young daughter? What kind of idiots is that? Well, maybe that idiot is Bruce. It doesn't make sense. It just like when his friend first introduced you both to each other something inside him just twisted, somehow. he doesn't know how, or why. But he's sure he can't just turn off his feelings like it's a light switch, because he tried to ignore those stupid emotions countless times... No avail.

Now, his friend is just busy, out of town for the main time. And guess what? He was requested to take care of you while your parents are busy. This situation definitely didn't help his feelings. But how can he refuse when it meant spending more time with you? So, here you are. Sleeping peacefully in one of the Wayne Manor's huge rooms, in the big sized bed. All comfortable in your deep sleep. While he, of course, having another sleepless night.

His intentions were just going to the kitchen to have a cup of water, in hope of having some rest, but noooo.. The mere action of walking past the room you're sleeping in stopped him in his track. And that was like, what, 10 minutes ago? Wait— 10 MINUTES of literally just standing there and creepily watching you sleeping, blissfully unaware of his presence?! God, his chest is burning.

But he can just brush it off by saying he was just checking on you, if you woke up. But now, his hand is itching, it have to touch you. After a moment of consideration, Bruce finally reached his hand towards your face, with a feather-like touch brushing some strands of hair off your beautiful face. God, this soft smooth skin, those lips. It was almost inviting— no. NO. this is wrong. Completely wrong. Get yourself together, Bruce! he was begging— praying dear god that you won't wake up anytime soon.