*-* extract from: The Butler Did It
                               written by: Damon Lindelof
Y/N's PoV

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"Hey, do you want to come to Gotham or should I come over to you?" Bruce asked.

"Who says I want to see you?" I said, with anger.

"Y/N what's wrong? What did I do?" Bruce asked with a worried tone which made me realise he doesn't mean to hurt me he's just trying to protect Gotham.

"Nothing, I'm just tired. Maybe tonight you should stick to saving the world." I said.

"Okay, love you." Bruce said.

"Love you too bats." I said hanging up the phone and tears filled my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lois asked.

"I love Bruce, but I care about my dad living." I said now fully crying.

"You told him?!" Lois asked in surprise.

"Yes but what does it matter Bruce is saving lives, I just wish he saved my dads life." I said whipping tears away.

"It will be okay, he won't kill him. Clark wouldn't let him." Lois said which calmed me down.

"I guess, thank you Lois, you always know what to say. Anyway I'm tired and need to go and sleep." I said before saying goodbye and driving home.

Bruce's PoV
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After finishing the call with y/n I went back upstairs to my house to let's say relax, I wanted to see Y/N but I understood she needs space.

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"No vulnerability." I said loudly after a while of silence between me and Alfred.

"Pardon me sir?" Alfred asked.

"That's what separates me from them. What makes me better." I said. "I can't fly or run fast... I don't have a magic ring that makes me giant green... Imaginary stuff...Do you know what I'd with that ring? What I'd imagine?" I said slurring words.

"Perhaps you've had enough to drink, master Bruce." Alfred said cutting me off.

"Yeah, they've got powers. But powers come with weakness." I ignored Alfred. "Like kryptonite. Or the color yellow." I caries on. "...yellow. God forbid he has to slow down at a traffic light."

"Sir, it's been a long night maybe you should go to sle-" Alfred started.

"You know what my weakness is? I don't have one. That's what makes me better than them. That's why I'll always win. No vulnerability." I finished Alfred just looked down at the wine bottle in silence. "Your silence infers disapproval." I said.

"It implies disapproval." Alfred said.

"You and the grammar." I commented.

"The grammar and I, sir." Alfred said.

"If you have something to say, Alfred, say it." I said.

"Everyone has a vulnerability." Alfred said. "I assure you, Bruce, that you do." He carried on.

"I'll bet you a dollar I don't." I said.

"A gentleman never accepts a wager from a drunkard." Alfred said.

"I'm only pretending to be drunk. That's the act, remember?" I said.

"Is it an act?" Alfred said.

"One dollar. Right here. Right now." I said. "Just tell me my vulnerability. Tell me what my weakness is." I finished off.
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"Y/N." Alfred said. "If anything happened to her you would blame yourself, and you would do anything to save her." Alfred said.

"You're right." I said with sudden realisation. "There you go Alfred, I need to make a phone call." I carried on giving Alfred a dollar.

A/N: Guys, I didn't update or even write this weekend because unexpectedly I went camping. And because I didn't expect it I didn't have anything to write on meaning computer or iPad. I decided for the next month I will not update on weekends letting me get some chapters for in advance and letting me read stuff be lately on wattpad I've been writing not reading.

Question of the chapter:
Do you read any of the comics?

My answer:
Yessssssss