Being in the League as the brooding vigilante was hard enough, so why did you have to join?

He didn’t even know your identity yet and you looked perfect. You sounded perfect. Everything about you was perfect.

He always had to remind himself that it wouldn’t work.

So, on a fateful day he had secretly been hoping for where you accidentally let it slip you felt the same (even if he told NOBODY he felt that way), he felt.

Guilty.

…

Bruce looked at you blankly for a moment, his expression unreadable as always.

Dating in the team always leads to disaster. I’m a rich kid with issues. No.

His voice was firm. Slightly demanding, even. No room for arguments.

Even if that wasn’t how he felt.

As much as it physically hurt him to say it, he had to. It hurt so much.

He couldn’t bring himself to say how he really felt.