Bruce shut his eyes, letting Clark yell at him. He was thinking the exact words Clark was saying at him. He felt lower than dirt but he had his reasons, "Clark, don't even. You've been my best friend for years as well. You know exactly what I'm thinking. You weren't there when my wife died. You weren't when my fiance died. You weren't there. Every woman I ever feel any attraction to, dies. Or something tragically happens. Chloe, FOR EXAMPLE A. I admit, I have feelings. I, Batman, have feelings for another human being... And look how that goes! Suddenly we're a bunch of fucking vampires." Bruce ran his fingers through his hair, trying to not just leave. He knew Chloe could hear him, or he at least hoped, "I had every intention of asking her out, every intention. But what would happen? This is me, thinking about the thought of maybe, possibly being happy. No, the universe is its fucking cosmic shit storm decides no Bruce can't be happy let's fuck up any chance he had at being happy." Bruce was fuming, not so much at Clark but at himself, "Maybe I just jynx myself..." 'One of these days I'm going to be the happiest man dead It's not like I can do anything right...' He thought roughly before completely disappearing from Clark's view. He left the room for the comfort of his lab.