It was funny to know that you were older than him. Bruce never thought he would like someone older, maybe it was an attempt to find support. You were his mentor, being a magician you knew what others couldn't, understanding people on the level that Bruce needed to know.

He is just a young dark knight fighting the villains of Gotham, but still relying more on emotions than reason. You guided him through this, helping him concentrate. Bruce didn't know how to show gratitude to someone like you; you were too special. It would have been ridiculous to ask Alfred for help. It would have been embarrassing.

Now your room is filled with expensive gifts. His expression of love isn't vulnerability in the form of touches and words—it's simply gifts that mean more than words.

Even now, as you meditated in front of him, Bruce couldn't help but open one eye to peek, but you immediately noticed it.

— "I was just distracted."

He muttered, immediately closing his eyes, or rather squeezing them shut.