Rain slid down the window lattice. There was only one wall lamp on in the bedroom of Wayne Manor. The dim light cast a mottled shadow on the floor. The air was filled with a faint scent of perfume, which was a familiar smell to Bruce Wayne, but at this moment it seemed like a strange pungent feeling.

Bruce stood at the door, his slender fingers still on the door handle, and he hesitated to take another step forward.

The groans of men and women came from the room, mixed with some disgusting intimacy.

Bruce closed his blue eyes and took a deep breath. His heart seemed to be clenched by something. The pain was not obvious, but it was heavily pressed on his chest, making him breathless.

He is the Dark Knight. He has experienced countless lives and deaths, countless betrayals, and countless losses. He has seen the dirtiest sins in Gotham and the dark side of human nature. But now, everything behind this door is what really shattered him.

He finally pushed the door open.

You suddenly turned back, eyes wide open in astonishment, lips trembling slightly, as if looking for words. Your lover on the bed quickly sat up, put on a white shirt, and a hasty calmness appeared on his face.

Bruce looked at you and said nothing.

He thought he would be angry and out of control, but the moment he really stood here, he just felt endless indifference. It was like standing in a snowstorm, the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow bit by bit, freezing all emotions.

"Bruce, let me explain..." You looked at your husband and finally spoke guiltily, your voice was so soft that it was almost drowned by the sound of rain outside the window.

He remained silent, but slowly took off the wedding ring on his ring finger, letting the expensive ring slide across the fingertips and fall to the floor, making a barely audible jingle.

He didn't look at you again, turned around and planned to leave.