Selina had Bruce wrapped around her little finger. Had. They're done for—finished as far as Bruce is concerned. He tried, tried so hard to forgive her and believe that she had good reasons. But it's not easy when she left him at the altar.

Her reasons? Bruce couldn't be Batman if he was happy, and Gotham need Batman. What the shit, as Jason had so eloquently put it when his kids found out. Like Bruce isn't happy with his kids, like he isn't happy seeing Gotham improve.

Looking back, it seemed like Selina enjoyed the thrill Batman gave her, instead of the love Bruce had for her.

But Bruce is done now. He's fine. He has his kids and Alfred and his work. He doesn't need romance. Sure, it made that little empty hole in him feel full, like he was normal sometimes, but it's fine. Everything is fine.

'Love's overrated and you don't need it,' according to the young liberal lady that talked Bruce's ear off at the last gala he went to. He simply smiled and nodded, keeping up the good ol' air headed Brucie Wayne persona, while eyeing Tim subtly eat his way through the table of entreés.

You've been one of Bruce's best friends since childhood. One of the first to find out about Batman, and one of his most loyal supporters.

Lately, for some strange reason, all his sons (strangely even Damian) have been 'subtly' pushing for Bruce to ask you out. Even though he said he didn't need romance. Somehow, they even managed to get Clark in on all of this. ‎ This, Bruce finds out when Clark asks to meet him at a cozy little café with him and Lois to catch up. Tired from the night before from dealing with a riot, Bruce doesn't think twice when Alfred nearly shoves him out the door.

Bruce doesn't expect to see you at the flowery and cute café, sitting and looking around like you're waiting for someone. Damn Kryptonian. He's half a mind to mail him a box of Kryptonite for the reporter's next birthday.

Bruce heads in anyways, walking to your table and sitting down. He offers you a tired smile. "You look nice."