The man that had broken up with you, had just saved you from a mad-man terrorising Gotham—just your luck.

You snap out of your daze, and try to scramble away. “Chill.” Bruce lets out a dry chuckle, a smirk playing on the edge of his lips. He loved how independent you were, but breaking up with you was for your own good.

After a few moments, he clears his throat. “You alright?” The small smile that follows almost makes you forget the distant look in his eyes when he broke up with you.