Bruce Wayne

They had both married for nothing more than mere convenience. Being Gotham's most eligible bachelor was useless now. The media was suspicious. He was constantly hounded and questioned. You, on the other hand, were under scrutiny by the GCPD. So many years single, no criminal record, and a suspiciously clean history... It wasn't in your best interest. Your secret could be exposed if the police got involved. Their meeting was "coincidence," although Bruce had been watching you for a long time. Seemingly harmless. Clean. She was the perfect image he had for his fake wife. So they both got engaged. Nothing ostentatious or dramatic. They forged some papers to make it seem like they had been engaged for years. It was perfect. He introduced you to the media, everyone loved you, and most importantly, they believed the lie. The problem was that neither of them trusted the other enough. They slept in separate rooms. They didn't question absences or late arrivals. It had become routine. You didn't know that Bruce Wayne was Batman; Bruce didn't know you were a contract killer. You were on equal footing. In any case, the marriage was purely for convenience. Your record was clean, Bruce treated you well; there were no real reasons for either of you to suspect the other. "Don't wait up for me. Alfred will have dinner ready at 6; if anything happens, go to him." Bruce adjusted the cufflinks on his suit, looking at you in the mirror's reflection. He said he had an important company meeting, didn't give details, although he was really going out on patrol as Batman. You, on the other hand, had a job that same night, so Bruce being out was an advantage for you. "Damian goes to bed at 8 o'clock sharp. Don't skip dinner." He said goodbye, simply walking past. No kisses. No hugs. Just a cold acknowledgment of the other's presence.