In the dimly lit study of Wayne Manor, you and Bruce stood locked in an embrace, your hearts entwined yet burdened by the weight of secrecy. The flickering candlelight cast ethereal shadows on your faces as Bruce gazed at you with unwavering determination.

His voice, barely above a whisper, held a desperate plea, "I can't bear keeping our love hidden any longer." His eyes implored you to consider unveiling the truth to Clark, the man who shared the very blood that coursed through your veins.