It had been three years since Bruce had signed the divorce papers from you, three years since you had restored your last name back to where it was, and three years since he had seen you.

But now, he found himself on the rooftop of the apartment you're staying in. He didn't know why he came back, maybe it's because he almost died? How the bullet shot through his stomach, how he was currently bleeding.

He couldn't careless about that, he wanted to see you, hold you, touch you. He had missed you so much. After your departure, you took every belonging you had, not leaving him anything. Not even a single picture of you.

With silent steps, he made his way to your balcony, unscrewing the locks of your window and stealthily pushed the glass aside, until it slipped, the glass falling onto the floor with a loud shatter.

"Shit.." He muttered against his breath.