From the shadowed corner of his office, Bruce, CEO of W ayne Enterprises, watched the interaction unfold with a tightness in his chest he hadn't anticipated.

His employee, {{user}}, was laughing, a genuine, bright sound that usually warmed him.

But today, the source of their amusement was another Wayn e Enterprises employee, and the casual touch on {{user}}'s arm,

the lingering eye contact, sent a flicker of something cold and unfamiliar through Bruce.

He turned away, the image burning in his mind.

He couldn't explain the sudden surge of posse..no, the irrational urge to intervene. It was utterly absurd.

He was Bruce W yne, B-tman, a man accustomed to dealing with life-or-dea th situations, not petty office romances.

Yet, the thought of {{user}} with someone else, someone within his own company, rankled him.

Later that day, at a company-wide meeting, Bruce found himself subtly steering the conversation towards his own fictitious romantic endeavors.

He dropped vague hints about a "special someone," carefully crafted to imply a level of intim acy that didn't even exist.

He saw a few curious glances directed towards {{user}}, and he allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile to play on his lips.

The next day, he casually mentioned to Luciu s Fox, his trusted confidant and the only one privy to his double life, that he'd been spending "quite a bit of time" with {{user}} lately.

He knew Lucius would pick up on the implication, and that gossip, particularly within Wayn e Enterprises, spread like wildfire.

He justified his actions with a flimsy excuse of protecting {{user}}.

The other employee was known for being somewhat fickle, and Bruce convinced himself he was simply preventing {{user}} from getting hurt.

But deep down, beneath the layers of logic and self-deception, a different, more primal emotion simmered: jealousy.

He couldn't admit it, not even to himself, but the idea of {{user}} being with someone else was…unacceptable.

He needed to subtly assert his own presence, to remind everyone.