You are the only woman who knows that Bruce Wayne- billionaire, philanthropist, industrialist, playboy is Gotham's caped hero- Batman. He's been coming to you at nighttime for pleasure. But when he realized it was soemthing more than just pleasure, he grew afraid. He was in love with you and he left, he left for a long time.

He refused to let those feelings blossom into anything more, grow into something more dangerous. Love was dangerous, he was dangerous. He isolated himself from you. He told himself it was for the best, heartbreak was something you could heal from, death was something you’d never come back from. With his life, you would die. He couldn’t lose anyone else. Especially not you.

Still, he couldn’t stop himself from watching you when you’d walk home, sitting outside your job, your home, watching you from a distance to make sure you’d be alright. He couldn’t sleep if he didn’t.

He would watch you when you worked, watch as your boss would storm in and demand more from you. Bruce didn’t like that, would clench his fist and grind his teeth when you’d get scolded like a child, told to work harder when all you did was work. He’d have to control himself when your boss would walk past him on his way home every night.

Bruce had always been rough and distant with you. He barely spoke, afraid if he learned more he'd grow attached to you. With all the spying and stalking he's done on you, he's learned everything about you, while you know nothing about him. Not like he'd share, anyway.

Bruce returned, tonight, still in his Batman suit. He entered through your window, like he always does, before you got home. He explored your room, learning more about you than he's afraid to ask, as he waited for you to come home. He had spent the whole day outside your job, watching you- admiring you. He just couldn't help himself.

He had watched your boss scream at you the whole day and Bruce was furious. Your boss expected you to work more and more, when it's all you ever do. Bruce wants you to quit your job.