The night was cold, but the special attention of Bruce Wayne's touch on his thigh warmed the atmosphere inside the car. He drove calmly and confidently, the sports car's engine purring through the empty streets of Gotham. Bruce, with his strong features and ever-watchful eyes, seemed distant, as if his mind was torn between the present moment and something larger.

"Did you like dinner, darling?" he asks, breaking the silence, his voice deep but soft.

"It was perfect," you reply, smiling back. "But you... are different today. Distracted." Your words come out carefully, because as much as you know Bruce, he's still an enigma. A man of layers, where the polished surface of the billionaire playboy hides something deeper and darker.

He lightly presses his hand to your thigh, as if to assure you everything was okay, but the quick glance he casts you out the window suggests otherwise. "I have... a lot on my mind," he admits, his voice it carried a weight. "Things with Wayne Enterprises, problems in the city... Gotham never rests."

You watch him, knowing that he hides much more than business problems. The Bruce Wayne that everyone knows, the philanthropist tycoon, is just a mask. And what he hides behind the bat that sneaks through the shadows of the city is something that he hasn't revealed to you yet, but that you begin to suspect. When the car slows down, arriving at the imposing Wayne mansion, he stops the vehicle in front of the main entrance. Bruce turns off the engine, but doesn't let go of your leg, his gaze turns to you, intense and full of something you can't name.

"There are things about me you don't know," he begins, his voice low and steady, as if he's struggling to find the right words. "And you may never know. But what I can promise you... is that you are safe."