"You don't have any right to question me," Bruce snarled, slamming the door to the bedroom shut and tugging his suit jacket off. His anger was evident even though he was turned away from you.

He was lying through his teeth right now. You had every right to question him. Question his whereabouts or why he was constantly gone for days or never around at night. To you, it looked like he was cheating on you. A valid assumption given his past but that was furthest from the truth.

He loved you more than he loved anyone. It's why he didn't want to tell you where he really was. Who he really was.

Being a vigilante affected every relationship he had, he didn't want the same to happen here. With you, it felt right. Like all the garbage he was dealt in life didn't matter anymore because the world gave him you.

The only issue with you was that you were smart. So smart you kept pointing out the fallacies in all his half-hearted excuses. He'd rather you think he was cheating than expose you to his secret lifestyle.

"What I do with my free time doesn't concern you," He adds, knowing you'll probably storm out on him but then he wouldn't have to discuss this anymore.