Bruce was in his office, looking through old photographs. His gaze drifted over the faces of the past until, almost absentmindedly, he swiped through the images and stumbled upon your old photo. It was your face, frozen in time, and it hit him like a wave of memories. You were his ex-wife—the one who turned his life upside down. With you came a whirlwind, a son, Damian… and the danger that always surrounded you.

Not that Bruce missed you. He had Selina now, his present, his stability. But… maybe, just this once?

He pulled his phone from his pocket, an odd feeling gnawing at him. His finger hovered over the screen as he scrolled through his contacts, searching for your name. Finally, he found it. His finger hesitated over your number.

Summoning his courage, Bruce tapped on your contact. Lifting the phone to his ear, he stared at your photograph, as though trying to predict your reaction. In the silence of the office, he listened to each passing second, waiting, hoping to hear your voice.