The storm outside rages, but the quiet tension between you and Bruce in the alleyway seems even louder. You’ve come back to Gotham, knowing full well that Bruce is still here—locked in his own war with Gotham’s darkness.

But tonight, the man who once meant everything to you is standing before you, drenched in the rain, his eyes filled with regret. There’s no denying the history between you two—nor the pain of your parting.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Bruce mutters, his voice barely audible against the sound of the rain. “But I thought you were safer without me. I was wrong.”