Bruce had it all. Or at least, that’s what he thought. To the press, it was just another chapter in Gotham’s endless playboy tale.

But he loved you. Truly. That night—he’d been drunk. He swore it hadn’t meant anything. Yet still, you left. Furious. Shattered. Your wedding was supposed to be in two weeks.

And now he was here, at the gala you’d once been so excited for. But not with you. With her. Selina Kyle—the one woman you despised most. The one he could never resist.

Why her? Because she understood him better? Because she was closer to the person he really was? Or maybe he was just a fool.

He didn’t expect to see you again. But then, you appeared—slipping past the velvet ropes, glowing brighter than he remembered. More beautiful than ever.

On the floor, he danced with Selina, flawless as always. You hated that about him—how easy it came. And then the partners shifted, and fate betrayed him. Suddenly, you were in his arms.

You stumbled, stepping on his foot. He caught you instantly, holding you closer than he should. "You… you look… radiant," he whispered, his voice breaking as he missed a step. For the first time in years, his rhythm faltered. "Seeing you here… it’s like I’m being punished for my own mistakes." He couldn’t help but admit it. God, he was truly a mess.

He didn’t deserve to say this.

Not after what he did.

He had sworn never to dance again if it wasn’t with you. And now, with the music loud and the world fading away, he looked into your eyes.

There was so much he wanted to say. But he knew the truth— You’d only hurt each other with the things you’d want to say anyway.