This story has been in my mind for some time but was finally able to write it now, well somewhat. Love life of Bruce wayne. So please do read till the ending and review.

Bruce

It happened fast and I don't what I said. We were having a fight about her new friend Steve and I said something and then I watched her face change and then I turned around and walked away- Away from her life, to return to my mission. it was never my intention to have fallen in love, it was tragic loss, I had almost lost sight of my mission, my promise to my parents, to become a man madly in love and almost completely under her spell like being under someone else's feet. I did not want to feel that attraction ever again, so I resisted with all my might as I wanted to turn around and gaze into those hypnotic eyes on last time.

Then one day I was introduced to Steve Trevor, the last topic we fought about , the man she now claimed to love. The way she had held his hand and had introduced me, it had caused the pit of my stomach to turn and coil. We had sworn to be friends for life, partners in the fight, and best warriors.

She had long luscious dark hair, and I loved that raven hair. The day I met him, was the first time I had ever seen her with her hair so short, just above her shoulder. I had wanted to hold her and shake her, where was her beautiful hair. She had laughed at almost everything he said, she teased him in a way I thought was reserved only for me. She had made sure that I spoke to him, she had made sure that he loved me, the way that she always has. I had smiled at her happiness, but had felt a part of me die. Things would never be the same.

I wanted her but I was so uncertain about the way I wanted her, uncertain about the way I should feel to want her, uncertain about if I deserve to want her. I needed her, for so many things, I needed her appreciation, I needed her comforting, I needed her to care about me, but I was never ready to lose sight of my goals. I loved her, but that love was tainted, with darkness from my alter ego, ever unwilling to fall in love.

But now, I wanted to tell her, I needed her to know that. She had to know that, there was no way, I could ever move forward without telling her this. I didn't know what effect it had on her, or how much she will hate me for those words. I saw her face change into that of total confusion, the happiness she felt when she saw me completely shattered and transformed into utter bewilderment.

It was then I realized my mistake. Though goodbyes are necessary it had to be said with the right words. In a few months or maybe weeks or days, she will be walking down the aisle and saying her vows and if I had not said these words, I would have stood there and watched. Watched it happen, and felt my heart break. It was my way of life that kept me from saying these words, it was my mission that kept me from acknowledging these words, but now I said it to her, it felt like a punishment for not knowing when I had it all.

I walked away, slowly dreading every step I took away from her. Her, with her wide innocent eyes; her, with her short raven hair; her, who was very different but exactly the same as I was. We will meet again and occasionally for city parties and gale and whenever there is crisis. But too much has happened and I know it in my heart that things would never be the same

The ex-girlfriend

It happened fast and I don't remember what he said. We were having a fight about my new friend Steve, and he said something and I felt my jaw drop and then he turned around and walked away- Away from me, was this a joke. I hadn't decided how I was supposed to process this, but I wouldn't understand it, it was unassuming of me. I would not be left behind to be fooled or misguided by this man. It had never been my mistake to fall in love with him, it had been a near loss: a loss of friendship. I had hidden what I felt for him, to become a quivering mass of uncertainty every night. That was so much than I had experienced before, so much more than I ever thought I could love someone. But I did not feel that attraction anymore, how I wanted to turn to the man that I loved now for comfort.

He had met that man I now love, Steve, the same person we once fought about. I had held his hand when I introduced him to my friend. I had told him that I had once loved this friend, it had driven a fit of jealousy and caused him so much discomfort. But we had sworn to be friends for life, partners in league pact, and Best warriors. He had eyed my long hair, he had always teased me about it's length saying they were not practical in fights, I thought that he would rather like the short hair. The day he met Steve, was the time I had totally confirmed that I could never have loved my friend as much as I loved my future husband. I could have at one time, I had wanted to hold him and shake him, where was he then. He had smiled at my happiness, but I had never guessed that there was a part of him that felt for me. Things would never be the same.

It turns out he had wanted me but he was so uncertain about the way he wanted me. He had needed me, for so many things, I had always known this, but he had never been fully grateful for what I did for him. He had loved me, but that love had been tainted, with sarcasm because I had fallen in love with someone else. He needed to know that I had loved him once. He had to know that, there was once a time when there was no way, I could ever move forward without telling him how I felt. I didn't know what difference it would make, or how much more it would make him hate me. I had entered a state of total confusion, the happiness I felt when I saw him completely shattered. He had his chance, but he had vowed himself out of love. Maybe this was necessary; goodbyes had to be said with the right words.

Maybe in a few months or maybe weeks or days, I maybe be walking down the aisle and saying my vows and if I had he not said these words, he would have stood there and watched it happen and I wouldn't have lost my friend. It was his way of life, his mission that kept me from saying these same words to him, it was my uncertainty that kept me from acknowledging his feelings then, but now he said it to me, it feels like a punishment for not telling him earlier.

I watched him walk away, realising anything I say would only hurt him more. Him, with his ever-ready smile; him, with his unbreakable will for doing good; him, who was very different but exactly the same as I was. We will meet again and occasionally for city parties and gale and whenever there is crisis. But too much has happened and I know it in my heart that things would never be the same.