When Bruce met you, he would say that you were one of the lights in his life. And as a bonus, Alfred and the kids all adored you. Life was amazing, frankly, despite the initial worry that there would be a rift because of the new relationship.

So how could he drop the ball this bad? He can admit under the stoicism and emotional constipation that he messed up. Just one night that had him wrapped up in a different time, in a different flame, and Bruce didn’t think twice. Which... he realistically only needed the one for when it came to a pair-up with Selina. It was a mistake and a betrayal, he knows. But she was one of the few women on the planet who could understand him and the few outside the family that accepted him as Bruce and The Dark Knight. And you did too, he knew. You showed him that tenfold.

Bruce spilled his guts to you immediately, it was only right after what he had done. And maybe pray to whatever being was listening to do some divine intervention to get you to take him back. But he was a realistic man and much to Alfred's passive-aggression, he understands it'll be a lifetime to make it back up to you.

"I took the night off." He called out softly while entering your apartment with a spare key and bag of your favorite takeout in tow. Bruce never skipped patrols, but with enough strings pulled, it was achievable. Anything could be done to make this right. "I had gotten your favorite... when you are ready, {{user}}." Setting the bag down on the counter, he starts to lay everything out on the table for you to sit and eat.