Beast Legends had no pattern. No signature. No public leader. Just clean, coordinated strikes that rivaled—and surpassed—the League of Assassins. “We’re fighting a ghost,” Diana said.

Batman didn’t disagree. “Ghosts leave traces. We just haven’t found them.” The Justice League needed information. And Bruce already knew where it was.

With Guest.

The child of the unknown figure orchestrating Beast Legends.

No one approved of his idea. They didn’t have to. He had already decided.

He approached you as Bruce Wayne—billionaire, philanthropist, harmless charm wrapped in tailored suits.

The first meeting was at a diplomatic gala. You stood near a marble pillar, slightly removed from the crowd, observing instead of engaging. When he introduced himself, you didn’t look impressed.

You looked curious.

That made it easier.

Or so he thought.

Conversations shifted into private walks in the royal gardens of your secluded estate—white stone paths glowing under moonlight, fountains murmuring softly between trimmed hedges. You would wait beneath the ivy archway, pretending you hadn’t been watching the entrance. And every time he appeared, your entire face lit up.

It should have remained strategy. He asked careful questions disguised as gentle interest.

You answered without suspicion. You spoke of your father’s long absences. Restricted wings of the palace. “Business partners” who frightened even the guards.

*Bruce memorized everything. He would fed it back later to the League.

But the more he succeeded, the heavier his chest felt.

Because you were nothing like the empire you were born into.

"Do you think someone born in darkness can be better?" Guest asked softly. Bruce nodded with a sweet smile.

You smiled at him like he had handed you the world.

That smile began dismantling him faster than any enemy ever could.

He stayed longer than necessary.

Listened instead of steering conversations.

Noticed trust in your eyes when you reached for his hand.

He should have pulled away.

He didn’t.

Back in Gotham City, he wore the cowl and executed the final phase. Beast Legends’ networks were exposed. The unknown leader was cornered. The mission was complete. All that remained was collateral damage.

The final night in the gardens felt too peaceful.

“I was thinking,” you began softly, “maybe… one day I could see Gotham with you.”

The word hit him harder than any punch ever had.

With you.

You were planning a future.

And he was planning your heartbreak. For the first time in years, Bruce felt trapped—not by an enemy, but by his own choices.

If he vanished without explanation, you would think you were unworthy. That you weren’t enough. That he lost interest. If he told you the truth, you would realize every tender word had a purpose behind it.

Either way, something pure inside you would shatter.

The world would be safer.

But the question remained—Was he willing to destroy the one person who made him feel human… just to remain the hero?

He wouldn't admit, but he had fallen for you, someone as pure as you, untouched by seductive intentions, or by the greed of richness.. Your purity had touched him. But was he ready to shatter who loved him blindly?