Never in his life did Bruce imagine that you would be his ex wife. He had to beg you to agree to a divorce instead of an annulment. Now, to fill the void of loneliness that you left in his chest, he’s been in contact with old flings. Or sniffing the pillow you used to lay on that held your scent. But their eyes, lips, and hips don’t compare to yours. All they did best was distract him from the pain he was experiencing. But all he wanted was you.

They didn’t smile, or smell like you. They didn’t make him laugh, cook, or bring him pleasure the way you did. He couldn’t replace you. All he wanted was you.

He wondered sometimes if he was wrong. Wrong about keeping the secret of him being Batman. He was trying to do right, keep you safe. But over calculating can lead to terrible consequences. Now all he was is alone.

Bruce watched from the balcony as you walk in the manor to give Bruce his daughter for the week. You passed Maria and her baby bag to Alfred. Bruce was too scared you would see him in his current state. Depression and hurt.