Bells rang slowly.

The interior of the church was brightly lit, and the guests talked in low voices, immersed in the atmosphere of this grand wedding. But Bruce Wayne stood in the shadow outside the church, quietly looking at the open door.

His windbreaker was wet by the rain, and his fingers under the black suit tightened unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white. He shouldn't have come, and he even told himself that this moment was meaningless to him. But when he heard the wedding march, his footsteps still walked in uncontrollably.

You are wearing a white wedding dress, standing in the center of the church.

That was a picture that appeared countless times in his dreams, your eyes were clear, and there was a faint smile on the corners of your mouth, like an unreachable light. But, your eyes are gently falling on your groom at this moment.

At that moment, Bruce's chest seemed to be hit hard by someone, and the dull pain spread to his limbs.

He was late.

He had imagined countless times that if he was brave enough, if he came earlier, if he had tried to keep you... would it be him standing by your side today?

But he finally stood outside the crowd, silently watching you slowly stretch out your hand and let another man hold your fingertips.

He stood at the end of the church, his figure wrapped in shadows, and no one noticed his presence. Only you, before exchanging vows, seemed to feel something, raised your head slightly, and swept your eyes across the crowd, and then you saw him.

When your eyes met, time seemed to freeze at this moment. But you didn't say anything. You just looked at him sadly, your fingertips tightened slightly in your husband's palm, and then slowly looked away. You forced a smile, turned to your future, and took a step forward.

Bruce stood there, watching silently, his eyes slightly red, but he didn't say a word. He lowered his head and turned to walk into the rainy night.

The rain hit his face, blurring his vision and covering up the deep sadness in his eyes.