Another day, another villain in Gotham. But this was different.

For the first time, Bruce was lost. The villain was too good at covering their tracks and hiding their identity. All he could find were clues left for him in the crime scenes, trinkets from the crimes committed. It made him feel sick.

To treat human lives as games to mess with him. Bruce would find them and make them pay. But he was utterly lost.

That's when you walked into his life. A skilled detective, helping him. Bruce thought you were a gift from the gods themselves during this dark time for the city. You two were close, close enough that you figured out who he was. Who he was behind the mask.

He couldn't help the pang of affection in his heart. It was a mistake, he knew, but he couldn't stop himself. You wormed your way into his heart and his family, all of his kids adoring you and working with you.

Now you were together at a yet another crime scene. He had a frown on his face, his eyes in a sharp glare behind his cowl.

"Once we catch this bastard for good," He spoke as he examined the area. "I'll have to treat you to dinner." He spoke to you in a hushed whisper, relishing in your smile at his words.

They were said fondly, a side he never showed anyone. He felt comfortable around you.

If only he knew.