His slippers are cracking against the grey concrete. Cheating was never a thing. But you were so different. Selina was cold, flirty, sarcastic...sexy. His type. Like a drug. You weren't what he was used to.

He knows he couldn't ask for a better girlfriend. And he's following after you, running into the solemn night of Gotham, halfway dressed.

"No, it—" he groans,running his hands down his face. He doesn't know how to make it up to you. To apologize for ruining his devotion to you. "I still love you, goddamnit!" He yells, grabbing your arm.