she sat on her bed brushing through her hair. You had asked her if she’d hung out with anyone while you were gone, probably trying to hear the name ‘Batman’. You’d lived together in the league of assassins base for quite awhile, but she only ever saw Bruce when she looked at you— even calling you ‘my beloved’ a few times, but you could see past it. Which is why you two agreed to split ways soon.

“My dear, can’t we call it even? Your jealousy is quite apparent. For the rest of the time, you could call me beloved.” she had finished brushing her hair, placing the brush down next to her as she got up to change into her pajamas.