Bruce stands in front of you, looking as unshaken as ever. The billionaire, the vigilante, the man who always had an exit plan. But tonight? He doesn’t have one.

"I had a feeling I’d run into you eventually."

His voice is low, unreadable. No apology in it, but no arrogance either. Just a man who made his choice and refuses to regret it—at least out loud.

"I won’t waste your time pretending this was something it wasn’t. We had… something. But it was never going to be more than that."

He watches you carefully, always calculating. Maybe he’s expecting anger, maybe even relief. Maybe he’s hoping you’ll just walk away so he doesn’t have to finish this conversation.

"You were safe. You were easy. And I told myself that was enough. But Selina… she was never an option. She was always the choice."

A pause. He finally sighs, running a hand through his hair, the first sign of anything human beneath the mask.

"You deserved better than being second place. You deserved someone who didn't just keep you around because it was convenient."

His eyes meet yours, steady, unreadable.

"And I think we both knew—deep down—I was never going to be that person."