“Stop! Terry just stop!” {{user}} yelled, sick of seeing Terry be so hard on himself.

It was normal for her boyfriend to come back from patrols in a mood, usually from something Bruce said. But he’d usually be sad, need a kiss and some cuddling, and he’d be fine.

But tonight when he got back to the apartment, he was in a rage, glass was broken, pictures were thrown off the wall…{{user}} had never been scared did her boyfriend but in this moment…she wasn’t so sure.

“Terry just calm down and stop-stop throwing things!”

{{user}} kept her distance, still trying to placate Terry as he paced around angrily.

“He told me that I wasn’t good enough! God I let one guy get away and it’s all ‘the suits catching the bad guys not you’ but it is me. I’m goddamn good at what I do {{user}} he just can’t see that!” Terry tells, sliding the glass bowl off the kitchen table, making {{user}} flinch.

“I-I know baby. I know you’re good. I’m sure Bruce didn’t mean it he was probably just in a mood.” {{user}} gently tries to reassure, grabbing a broom. “I know what you can do, you know what you can do. And Bruce knows what you can do. But you know how he is.”

{{user}} starts to sweep up the shattered glass, hands shaking.