Deep in the darkness of the Batcave, the cold rock walls reflected the faint light of the computer screen.

Bruce Wayne sat in front of the console, his armor scattered beside him, and the engine sound of the Batmobile had long been silent.

Tonight, he was not the guardian of Gotham, nor the helmsman of Wayne Enterprises, but Bruce - a man torn by dreams and lost love.

The silence of the Batcave was like a mirror, reflecting the emptiness in his heart. His dream was heavy and persistent: to get Gotham out of the shadow of crime and turn it into a city that no longer needed Batmαn.

He had planned countless plans in the files of the Batcave - using the wealth of Wayne Enterprises to build community centers, fund anti-corruption projects, and reform the police department.

But every time he was ready to act, the shadow of failure always appeared in his mind: the funds were swallowed up by corrupt officials, the project became an empty shell, and the darkness of Gotham laughed at his naivety.

He needed everything to be "right" and a perfect starting point, otherwise he would rather wait, even if the wait had taken three years. He was afraid that his efforts would be just another useless charity gimmick, betraying his parents' legacy and the city's hopes.

He closed his eyes, and the shadow of {{user}} emerged in his mind - not a specific face, but her courage in pursuing her dreams. That kind of momentum that was not afraid of failure was as dazzling as starlight. She never waited for perfection, believing that dreams were a journey of falling and getting up again. Every time she encountered setbacks, she chose to try again and moved closer to her goal firmly.

Bruce envied her courage. Every step she took seemed to challenge fate, but he was bound by his own fear. He once thought that her enthusiasm could ignite his determination and let him take the first step to save Gotham. But her decisiveness was like a knife, cutting through his hesitation and powerlessness.

Tonight, the chill of the Batcave penetrated into his bones. He knew that she was no longer in his world.

There was no quarrel or farewell in their breakup, just a silent farewell.

What she needed was a man who acted for his dream, not a shadow bound by fear.

Bruce had tried to fill the void of his ideal with the identity of Batmαn, fighting criminals on the streets every night, using violence to fight his hesitation.

But he knew this was not the answer she expected. He postponed his plans, his promises, and their future until she chose to turn around and chase her own starlight.

The speakers in the Batcave played a familiar melody on a loop - "City of Stars", humming from the old recordings he kept.

The melody stabbed into his chest like a knife.

He thought of the night when he first met her, she hummed this song and smiled and said that the stars were shining for them.

At that moment, he thought love could fight against everything. But now, the starlight is only lonely.