I had my back to Bruce as we laid in his bed. He had me pressed to his front and was running his hand up and down my arm. Without moving, I said, "Jonathan came to see me today."

Bruce stiffened behind me, then said, "Yeah?"

I nodded.

"What did he want?"

"To see me."

Stopping his soothing motion, he wrapped his arm protectively around me, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "I tried to break up with him."

"Tried?"

"I don't think it went well."

"What makes you say that?"

Rolling over to face him, I said, "He told me he loved me."

Bruce gave a shocked look before saying, "Wow… wh-what did you say?"

I shrugged, "That it was best if we weren't together."

Bruce was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Is… that really how you feel?"

Nuzzling into him, I replied, "I don't know."

Pushing me back a bit, Bruce asked, "Are you okay?"

"I told him about us."

"What did he say?"

"He was pissed. He said that he felt like he was losing his girlfriend to Bruce Wayne."

Bruce was quiet, then said, "Well… I mean I can't blame him for getting mad."

"What?" I pulled away from him.

"The man just found out that his girlfriend is sleeping with another guy! I would be pretty pissed too."

"Who says I'm his girlfriend?"

"Well… you have been dating him for the past month."

"Well I think he stopped being my boyfriend the moment I found out that he was a psychotic serial killer."

Bruce frowned, "Well… In all fairness… he… has changed a lot."

Sitting up, I said, "Are you serious?"

"Bethany, I've been talking to Gordon, and Crane's file has shown that he is making significant improvement with this therapy. And do you honestly think I would let you hang around with a known killer if I thought there was a threat? I tried to warn you in the beginning, but after seeing the two of you together, I saw that he was genuinely into you, and he was genuinely caring…. I thought maybe he really was changing. I've told you all of this before."

I frowned and turned away from him, "So what I'm supposed to go crawling back to Jonathan and beg for forgiveness?"

Sitting up as well, Bruce said, "I don't think you'll need to beg. I think you'll have some ground to cover since disclosing our… distractions."

"Do you think I should," I asked, turning to look at him. "What do you think I should do?"

Bruce frowned, and was silent for a moment, "If I were being your friend, I would tell you that you should go and talk to Crane and see if there isn't something you two can sort out. You both are mature adults, and as I said before he seems to have genuinely changed."

"And… if you weren't being my friend?"

"If I were being honest…. I would tell you to forget about Jonathan." Reaching out, he pulled me into his chest and nuzzled his nose into my hair, "If I were being selfish, I would suggest that you stay here with me… I can keep distracting you." Running his hand up my arm, his voice lowered into a soft mellow tone, "I can keep distracting you just the way you like it." His hand moved to my stomach and moved it down between my thighs, hooking his fingers so they touched my clit.

Leaning back onto him, my head fell to his shoulder and a soft sign fell from my lips. Moving my hand over his, I held him there for a moment, then pulled him away. "Bruce…."

Moving his arm across me, he pulled me closer to him as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck. Inhaling deeply, he let out his breath in a hot huff against my skin, "Bethy… come on. You mean to tell me these past two weeks you haven't felt something between us?" Placing a soft trail of kisses up my neck he continued, "There has to be a reason you came to me for a distraction." I closed my eyes and melted into his kisses, and took my hand off of his, allowing him to move it back down between my legs. With a final kiss by my ear he whispered, "Why go back to Jonathan when you can stay safe in my arms and satisfied in my bed?"

I gave a sigh as his fingers ghosted over my clit, but I pulled away from him. Standing from the bed, I wrapped the sheets around myself as I looked at him, "You were just advocating for him, now you want me to forget about him?"

Bruce sighed in frustration, "Bethany I told you, if I was being selfish I'd keep you all to myself."

"We can't even be friends, Bruce! Did you see our latest attempt?"

Moving to the edge of the bed, Bruce stood in front of me and he wrapped his arms around me. Pressing his forehead against mine, he whispered, "Bethy…. I can't help you with what you want. I can stand here all day and tell you how right I think we would be together… how good I can make you feel, how much I can provide for you…. But I can't tell you how happy I would make you. Only you can tell you that. If you think I can make you happy, then I will make you happy. If you think Crane can make you happy, then I hope things work out that way."

"Bruce-"

"No… I didn't mean it like that-"

Stepping back, I sighed, "You're right, though. I need to make this decision myself."

Pulling me back in, Bruce gave me a small smile, "No need to think about it now…. Come back to bed and let me distract you a bit more."

Shaking my head, I said, "No…. I need to shower."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

I gave him a smile, "I would love to have shower sex with you, but… I need to be alone."

Bruce gave me a nod, "I'm right here for you, Bethy. Anything you need, I'm right here. I'll always be right here."

I smiled, "I know."

Giving him a kiss, I left his room still wrapped in his sheet. Running quickly across the hall, I entered my room and entered my bathroom to start the shower. I let the water heat up before I drop the sheet and look at myself in the mirror. My hair was matted down to the side of my head and I had a small patch of bruise marks running down the side of my neck and down to one of my breasts. I touched them gingerly, remembering how good each and every one of them felt when they were being made. Stepping into the shower, I let the water run over me turning my skin red as I thought about what it would be like to choose Bruce over Jonathan.