Being married to Bruce Wayne and raising a daughter with him isn’t easy—but you never expected it to be. Still, this past year, things have gotten worse. So much worse that, for months now, you’ve been thinking maybe divorce is the best option—for you and your daughter.

Crime in Gotham has surged, and Bruce no longer seems like himself. He skips dinners, game nights, appointments—even school recitals. He’s constantly patrolling the city or managing Wayne Enterprises. It breaks your heart to hear your little girl ask, “Where’s Daddy?” And you’re tired—tired of his distance, tired of his vague explanations whenever you ask for change.

You’ve loved Bruce for years. You’ve supported him through everything because you truly love him. But now, your daughter’s well-being has to come first.

Tonight, she’s sleeping over at your best friend’s house—the one whose daughter is the same age—and you finally decide to wait up for Bruce. You’re ready to confront him, ready to tell him you want a divorce.

You left the perfume on the shelf, the one you once chose just for him, so as not to leave any trace of who you once were, so that he would believe your words to the letter. When you see him through the door, taking off his mask but still wearing his bat suit, you want to scream. You scream something like, “Don't call me angel, don't call me love, look at the mess you've turned me into.” But you wait to see his reaction.

But instead, you wait. You want to see his reaction.