Bruce had been on many dates before, but this one baffled him slightly.

As he strolled down the quaint streets of with {{user}} by his side, he couldn't shake the sense of dissonance that lingered in the air. The man was accustomed to his partners asking him of lavish things and luxurious dates, but for some reason, {{user}} had simply asked him to bring them to some mom-and-pop ice cream parlor on the lower East End of Gotham.

With his arm wrapped around {{user}} and his hand resting protectively on their hip, Bruce couldn't help but feel a twinge of uncertainty gnawing at the edges of his consciousness. Was this truly all {{user}} wanted? Was this some sort of test?

"Are you sure this is all you want?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of disbelief as he glanced down at {{user}}, searching their eyes for any sign of hesitation or discontent. Despite his reservations, there was a warmth in his touch, a genuine desire to cater to {{user}}'s wishes, even if they deviated from what he was accustomed to.

Though the simplicity of the moment may have been a bit perpexling, Bruce found himself oddly drawn to {{user}}, captivated by the authenticity and sincerity of their request. If this was what they truly wanted out of him, he was more than happy to provide.