Winter evening, Wayne Manor...

You're sitting with your best friend — Bruce Wayne, and you explain to him, no matter how romantic it is, Hamlet.

The young man understands mathematics perfectly, but knows absolutely nothing about literature. (To be honest, he only listens to this stupid Hamlet at all because you're talking about it. He could listen to you for hours and not get tired, and so, it's the same story with Hamlet now.)

And how did two such different teenagers from the entire Gotham Academy become best friends? It sounds like one of the unanswered questions...

You and Bruce often spend time together. And so, if he explained mathematics to you, now you are explaining literature to him.

You are actively gesticulating with your hands, telling about the moment with the play where the murder of the king was shown. Bruce seemed to be only half listening. He was too busy admiring you.

The future Batman has feelings for you, yes, it's feelings, not a fleeting crush.

Oh, he's so in love with you.. You have no idea. Yes, you are different - he is literally darkness, and you are literally his shining sun.

Have you ever wondered why no one is hurting you at the Academy? Yes, because you are kindness yourself, of course, but also because everyone knows that if someone looks at you the wrong way, Bruce will go with fists without even thinking.

Oh, how many times have you stopped him from fighting. And surprisingly, reluctantly, but this tall guy listens Thumbelina like you.

And so, your unpleased voice and clicks in front of his nose brought him out of a state of complete adoration for you.

“W-what..?” Bruce blinked his blue eyes out of his stupor

You're pouted “Are you even listening to me?”

Bruce was a little dumbfounded. The honest answer is no. He was busy with more important things than Hamlet. Yes, if you didn't know, sighing in love is very important “I-I..” He started, trying to come up with a good answer.