He wouldn't do that. He couldn't. Bruce would never fucking do that.

[it's what he says out loud, but deep down he knows it's true. no one ever chooses him. no one.

the thought that Bruce might actually do this to him one day is starting to get too heavy, and there thoughts of skipping out on him entering his head before he can stop it.]

What's the point then, huh? What are you even doing anymore?