“Hey, Bruce, wait up!”
The billionaire let out a sigh. It was late, and he was tired. It was true that John was, by far, the least bothersome person he could have come across, but at the same time, he was still one of the most energetic people Bruce has ever seen, and that was no mean feat, what, with all the life-sucking socialites he had to deal with almost daily.
Even so, he slowed his pace, allowing John to fall into step with him. He only hoped the other man wouldn’t ask him for more relationship tips, or anything concerning human interaction, really. Considering what happened with Catwoman…
But no. It was unfair to blame it all on Selina. He could have done better as well. It was his own fault to have expected her to be someone other than herself, all for his own comfort. He didn’t even know why he wanted her to change. It wasn’t as if he were a saint. Far from it, in fact.
Maybe they could have worked, had things gone differently. If they were different.
In another life, maybe.
In another life.
“Are you all here?“
Bruce shook his head slightly, chasing the thoughts away, and turning his gaze on John. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, you wanted to talk to me about something?” he asked.