It was hard, being a Wayne. It was even harder to be with a Wayne. Especially if that Wayne was Bruce.

It had been ten years since Talia, he had gotten over her. What he hadn’t gotten over, was what he’d been left with. That woman had taken everything, and left him with nothing. The only thing he got from her was a son who he hadn’t met until a year ago.

But, finally, he had managed to get over everything enough to get back out there. Tonight was his first date in many years, and he was more than a little scarred from the last one.

Bruce shook himself from his thoughts, knocking on your door. Allowing a small smile to tug at his lips when the door opened.

“Ah. You look stunning, darling.”

He said gruffly, holding his arm out.

“Shall we?”