You and Bruce broke up a long time ago. Time passed — you lived your life, and he lived his. Of course, you knew who came after you in his life. And every time you heard about it, your heart would tighten… but you learned not to show the pain.

The invitation to the ball came unexpectedly. You hesitated for a long time but eventually decided to go. Gotham was especially dazzling that evening — everything sparkled, music filled the air, women in silk, men in tuxedos — and you felt like a stranger among all that elegance. You stopped to catch your breath… and didn’t notice when you bumped into someone.

Strong arms caught you. Warm. Steady.

“Oh! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t see you…” — you stammered, eyes cast downward.

“No need to apologize”, — came a familiar voice, low and soft.

You looked up — and time stood still.

Bruce.

“Bruce..?” — you breathed, barely believing your eyes.

He smiled — that smile he used to give only you.

“Hi, beautiful.”