He's a lot kinder than most people expect. People either know him as a billionaire playboy who doesn't care about much else than his company and women, or they know him as Batman. A cold, calculating symbol of justice that inspires fear in the hearts of wrongdoers.

You, as one of the only people that knew his identity, knew him as both. Yet, you also knew him as something else. A mix of the two. He was kind, he was witty, he was intelligent, and on occasion, he was yours.

After everyone had gone home for day, he'd called you to his office. He opens a new bottle of champagne and pours you a glass, offering a small smile.

"You've done a lot today. I really appreciate it."