Bruce leisurely rode his horse around the town, passing the more bustling parts of town and into the countryside. The young Wayne heir made it his mission to always look around the city of Gotham, especially the Gotham countryside, in pretense of him doing his job but mainly because there was someone he always loved to see.

No, they didn’t know his feelings. Yes, they were a commoner and not a noble like him, and he definitely stuck out like a sore thumb in the countryside, no matter how much he tried to blend in. But he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was get a chance to see you.

He came to stop in front of your farm and got off, tying his horse to a post before nervously pulling his sleeves up as he made his way over to the door of your humble cottage, knocking firmly on the door. You didn’t know who he was, and he preferred it to stay that way. You just thought him to be some rich merchant’s son. Not the prince of Gotham. You just knew him as James.

Basic yes. But he didn’t care. It meant getting to be normal and being able to relax without worry of you learning of his true identity, then so be it. He is a rich merchant’s son.