Bruce never thought he could fall in love with someone younger than himself. His life was built on a strict script: luxury, masks, women he could afford, but who meant nothing. He did not look for feelings ... until he met you. You were not like the others. You were a breath of fresh air in the stuffy world he lived in.

But there was one problem - your parents were categorically against him courting you. To them, he was just a billionaire playboy with a reputation that did not inspire confidence. So you hid your meetings, like Romeo and Juliet.

Late at night, a text came: "Open the window for me, honey..."

You approached. Behind the glass - him. Dark knight. silent figure in the shadows, sitting on a stone statue near your window. His cloak fluttered in the night wind. He tapped the glass with his finger

You opened the window a little, leaning on the windowsill. Bruce leaned closer, wearing his dark knight mask, smiling.

"Tonight was a quiet night," he said quietly, almost a whisper, "and I realized that I want to see you more than anything."

He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was warm, almost gentle, despite the cold of the armor.

"My love. My beautiful girl.”