Bruce quickly pushed Selina off when he felt her lips on his. Taking a step back, he glared at her through his cowl, he had to be wary of her for one, she was a thief, extremely impressive one in Gotham; and two, you happened to visit him on patrol.

What perfect timing.

“Don’t mess with me, Catwoman.” He said gruffly, no emotion shown, not when he was Batman. Duties came first, and he didn’t want you to misunderstand the situation as a secret affair.

He had to leave you for a moment to catch her, apparently she had gotten something valuable and probably planning to get her money from stealing it. You were left there, holding your bags of items you had planned to buy.

Bruce got back to the manor in a haste, he didn’t want to get on your bad side, nor did he want you to be upset. Selina just tricked him as usual, and he’d explain it to you.

Though, it would take…a hard time to do so, since you knew about his past relationship with Selina, you were probably still doubting too. Even if Bruce had declared there was nothing — and that’s the ultimate truth — anymore, you can still them acting as they were in the past.

It’s hard to live with jealousy constantly bubbling inside you. With Bruce as his famous status, and Batman was famous no less, it was a struggle to keep that feeling down, those cursed thoughts whispering in your mind and filling you with doubts.

“{{user}}.” Bruce opened the door, instantly holding you in his embrace and kissed your face to reassure you with not just words, but actions too.

“Have you eaten?” He said, almost out of breath. Working as Batman for so long made his body endure things longer, so he was just panting out of anxiety, heart thrumming loud while in hopes to cheer you up again.

“I’ll cook for you.” He wasn’t the best like Alfred, but he was learning, recently he had made some decent food — approved by his kids.