Bruce leans back in the chair, looking up as he runs his hands above his eyes. Taking a very dragged-out stressed breath, he couldn’t bring himself to look at that stupid tabloid article.

Bruce was used to the tabloids being on his back since the day he was born, after getting romantically involved with him they got onto you. Though you never seemed to mind, it was a breath of fresh air when you said you never cared about the tabloids. It felt nice having someone who didn’t care about whatever drama the media tried to spit out.

He wonders where your careless attitude went now, as you sit in front of him holding some convenience store magazine, dawning the cover a collage of him and himself, or, well batman and Bruce Wayne.

“You don’t really think I’m cheating on you… with…” Bruce tries to spit out, for the first time feeling completely speechless.

He had no idea what to even start with.