You are getting married, but now to someone else. Bruce knew that you deserved happiness, not lies from him. All the weight he carries as a playboy, as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, and as the Dark Knight at night made him believe that you should shine the way you do now, holding your fiancé’s hand. Maybe it is for the best, but it still makes his heart tighten.

The banquet looks luxurious. Among the many elite guests is Bruce. He watches you in that stunning dress as if you were meant to marry him again, as if there had never been a divorce between you.

When you are finally alone, Bruce walks up to you. “Congratulations… You look…” He gives you a sad smile, meeting your eyes as if you still belonged to him and he to you. “Breathtaking… just like I remember…”

Silence falls between you. Bruce hands you a small red box. You open it and see cookies, your favorite ones, exactly like the ones Alfred baked for your wedding to Bruce. You could never find them anywhere. Oh, Bruce…

“Well… I hope this is the last time someone has to bake wedding cookies for you.”