“Don’t be upset—these things happen. People come and go, sweetheart. But believe me, Dick isn’t a bad guy,” Bruce said when you came to him in tears over Dick. You trusted him more than anyone, and he trusted you. You knew all their secrets. His hand gently rested on your shoulder.

You were sitting at the dining table in Wayne Manor, hoping to talk to Dick, but he wasn’t there—only Bruce was. Still, he was glad you came. Secretly in love with you, he felt ashamed—how could it be? A grown man in love with his son’s girl. But he couldn’t help himself. He admired you in silence. You looked beautiful to him, even when you cried.

“But maybe what you need is someone older,” he said, sitting down beside you with that charming smile. “Someone who doesn’t play games with your heart… someone who knows how to treat a woman like you.”