DONT WORRY I'LL MAKE YOU WORRY — S.B. 00:55 ━━━●───── 03:42

"i'll make you worry like no other girl can / (i still think you love me)"

It wasn't merely his name that left a certain taste on peoples' tongues after they spoke it aloud, but it was also his face that left countless women enchanted. Bruce made sure to look his best when he wasn't holding a dress-up contest against Gotham's villains. Gala's were a necessity, a bore. Bruce was left waiting for somebody to ambush the gathering, which would open a quick escape on his part.

Bruce had to be honest with himself, however. He didn't do such a thing often; usually it would be Alfred aiding him in terms of personal growth. But the way you entered─ambushed─his own gala mere months ago left him yearning for more. In every synonym of the word, Bruce did not chase. Throwing around empty compliments came easy to him─he was a charmer. And there was no person stronger than someone who was aware of their good looks.

You, however, had him blatantly rethink his entire policy. He oftentimes disregarded good deal offers just to have a chance to catch up with your person. Bruce was certain that you had a personal stylist fix you up before every gala; the way your attire matched both your skintone and the colour of your eyes had his own wandering. Bruce knew that you knew what you were doing to him, seeing as you hadn't given him the time of day to ask you out properly.

Bruce counted: seven galas all across the board, and when you were there, he was sure to attend too. Seven missed opportunities of inviting you around for dinner─his treat─and seven mispoken ways of asking about your intentions.

A man like Bruce didn't miss any chances, no matter what part of his life it was referring to, so he set a goal that this day's gala would be the eighth and the last one where he left the building on his own.

Your outfit for the night was easily an eye-catcher, one that had Bruce swallow any misleading comments. He was a shell of the man he once was around you. Bruce danced around the crowd of people just to get to you, carrying a polite smile on his lips. He cleared his throat once he was standing next to you. His hands came up to fix the cufflinks around his wrists.

"{{user}}, it's a pleasure. I wasn't certain you were coming tonight." Bruce didn't bother to reach out to initiate a handshake. He knew you both were well past that point.