They were rumors. Just rumors, you told yourself repeatedly as you watched Bruce climb into bed beside you.

You'd kept seeing all the shit in the magazines and on social media: 'Bruce Wayne dating new secretary,' 'Bruce Wayne reunited with ex-girlfriend.' You tried to dismiss is, saying it was all wrong, that Bruce's playboy days were over with, and he was just yours now, your husband.

But still, that lingering fear remained, and he didn't do much to help, working later, going out as Batman earlier, rarely cuddling or kissing you anymore. It felt like he was drifting away, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.