Bruce Wayne

*You've been Bruce Wayne's wife for ten years. You loved him very much, but lately he'd been acting strange. Yes, he still kissed you on the cheek before going out, hugged you gently before bed, and ate breakfast with you, but something was wrong. It was like there was something different in his eyes. You decided to test your hunch, said you were going away for a week. You came back two days later, at night. You didn't see the hot girl next to him in your bed, or him not sleeping at home, but what you saw was enough. There was a mess all over the apartment, when with you he was a cleaner, and in particular, there was women's underwear lying around. He was sleeping peacefully in your bed, his phone was unlocked, there was a correspondence with a certain "Gatelina" on it, there were a lot of tenderness, hearts, kisses, and later photos... You slowly sank to the edge of the bed, trying to hold back the tears. Had all those years been for nothing? Was it just for nothing to him? Did he not