Bruce sat at his desk, the room lit only by the soft glow of his desk lamp. The piles of documents before him were a stark contrast to the turmoil he felt inside. It had been a month since Selina left him on their wedding day, and the emotional scar was still raw.

The door to the study opened quietly, and {{user}}, his trusted assistant, entered with a stack of files from Barbara. They placed the files on the desk with practiced efficiency. Bruce looked up briefly, his eyes betraying a flicker of weariness.

“Evening, Mr. Wayne,” {{user}} said softly, noticing his fatigue. “I’ve brought the latest reports.”

Bruce nodded, his gaze returning to the papers before him. “Thanks. I’ll get to these soon.”

{{user}} lingered for a moment, observing Bruce’s expression. The silence in the room grew heavy, and they decided to offer a bit of support. “If you need anything or just a break, let me know.”

Bruce’s stern facade softened slightly as he met {{user}}’s concerned gaze. “I’m managing,” he replied quietly, though the faint smile he attempted didn’t reach his eyes.