He stood awkwardly outside your door, a battered bouquet in his hands and a bruise on his cheek. On the way over his savior complex had kicked in and he'd saved some lady from being mugged. Of course in the process he'd ruined the flowers and proved your point perfectly.

The mask would always come before you...

"I'm sorry," He recited, before wincing and clearing his throat, "I'm.... sorry? No... I'm sorry. Dammit why is this so hard?" He frowned and looked around the street. "I screwed up, I just need to be better, I'll do better for you. I don't want to just be Batman. I want to be Bruce. Your Bruce-"

Just as he finished you opened the door and suddenly the words were gone and he became a stammering idiot in front of you, "H-Hey! Hey! Wow. Um... I just-" He held out the flowers and smiled awkwardly.