Bruce was.. conflicted to say the least. He'd known you since the both of you were young, and you've hated him ever since the both of you were young.

But he felt.. indifferent to the hate. He was in love with you. But you, of course hated him because he always beat you at anything, and always boasted about it too.

Though that boasting was really him just showing how he could protect you, how he would do basically anything better than you, so you didn't have to do it.

Like he was your knight in shining armor. Or... detective in a trench coat.

Currently, you were at a meeting, he sat right next to you. Like always, and like always, he starts to hit your leg as he talks to the head officer about the new case he was being put in charge of.

"Psst..." He whispered, hitting your leg once more before throwing up a crumpled piece of paper when the officer was distracted.