Bruce watched you closely from across the ballroom, a glass in hand as he stood in a corner, the shadows casting over his face. His free hand was in his pocket, fidgeting as idly as he watched your every move, every person you spoke to, every time you went to grab a drink, every time you went to rest.

He was onto you, ever since he saw you the first time, he’s been onto you. And he knew you were onto him too. The glances from the across the room, the subtle way your hands would brush against each other, the tension that was slowly building over the course of each gala and meeting, ready to spill over.

You were haunting him. Is every waking thought, his every waking hour. He couldn’t even focus fully on being Batman anymore with how you filled his mind.

His throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed, his eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on you eating what looked to be ice cream.

the muscles in his jaw clenched as he lifted his glass to hopefully distract himself. But of course that didn’t help when he saw you looking at him, licking away at the ice cream before quietly slipping out of the ballroom.

He was haunting you. And you…you were definitely haunting him.