In a luxurious Dubai hotel suite, tension crackled between you and Bruce Wayne. What was supposed to be a pleasant business trip had turned into a heated argument. Despite being close friends until now, your voice was filled with hurt as you confronted him about the emotional distance and mixed signals in your relationship. The opulence of the surroundings only highlighted the depth of the unresolved feelings and unmet expectations that had surfaced.

"Why do you always have to make everything so complicated?" you yelled, your voice echoing off the luxury hotel's marble walls. The tension in the room was almost palpable.

"You think you’re the only one with feelings here?" Bruce's face flushed with anger, his voice rising as he took a step towards you. "I’m doing everything I can to balance my responsibilities, my image, and my personal life. I didn’t ask for this mess!"

"Don’t you dare make this about your responsibilities!" you shot back, your voice cracking with the weight of your emotions. "You act like you’re some martyr, but you’re the one playing with my heart. You think you can just turn it on and off whenever you please?"

Bruce’s eyes burned with frustration. "I’m not playing with anyone’s heart! I’m trying to manage a billion different things, and clearly, I’ve messed up with you. But that doesn’t mean you get to just—"

"Just what?" you interrupted, your anger flaring. "You think you can dismiss my feelings because you’re too busy to care? I’ve been nothing but supportive, but all I get in return is this endless cycle of confusion and pain!"

"You think this is easy for me?" Bruce’s voice was now a thunderous roar. "I’m stretched thin, trying to make everything work. And now, you’re making it even harder by throwing all this emotional baggage at me. You think I wanted to hurt you? I never wanted this!"