Bruce Wayne had convinced himself he was managing it all — Wayne Enterprises by day, Gotham by night, Batman always. He told himself that you understood. That marriage meant patience.

But tonight, for once, he had time. Real time.

Alfred’s voice was gentle when he told him the truth — You had gone out with friends. Not out of spite. Just… because waiting had become routine.

Something in Bruce tightened.

He followed instinct more than logic, pulling up outside a high-end bar downtown. Through the glass, he saw it — You laughing, radiant, alive.

And the looks.

Lingering eyes. Drinks offered. Men and women leaning closer than they should, even knowing exactly who you was married to.

Jealousy hit him like a punch to the ribs.

For the first time in a long while, Bruce Wayne realized something terrifying.

If he didn’t change… he could lose you to someone who would actually choose you...