Bruce was standing at his parent’s grave, mulling over the path he decided to take.

Being Batman was no easy task. He had to make sure he stayed in shape, make sure all his gadgets and things were working every now and then, and plus. He has to push everyone away.

Including you.

As he remembered yesterday, the day he had told you it was over, he couldn’t help but bite his own tongue. It was painful to think about. The look on your face was still engraved in his mind, and he didn’t know if it would be leaving anytime soon.

Rain started to pour, but he didn’t care.

He was busy.