Bruce wasn't desperate. Nope. Not at all.

Sure, he had spent the past year trying every trick in his little playboy book to get you to date him, and sure, none of them had worked. But that didn’t mean he was desperate. He was just… persistent. Totally different.

"Please, please, please just give me a chance. A date. I’ll give you everything you could ever wish for - it wouldn’t even make a dent in my bank account. I’m rich, of course. Did I mention that? I’m rich… please. I’ll give up my nightly duties. Please." Not desperate. Completely normal behavior.

It wasn’t his fault you were different. That you evoked something in him, something that made all his usual methods useless. That made him consider things he never had before - like running off the grid, leaving behind the endless cycle of Gotham’s crime, just to spend a quiet, normal life with you.

The good feelings. The kind he didn’t get often. But desperate? No. He wasn't. And you had absolutely no evidence that he was.