Thinking bout you by my queen, Ariana Grande.
Even if you don't like her, this song is good.

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Bruce glanced at the stack if paperwork he needed to fill out. The plain cream folders stared back at him, daring him to procrastinate. Inwardly groaning, he grabbed a pen and began to go through the papers.

After he finished half of the stack, his eyes began to wander around his desk.

He spotted a picture frame in one of the drawers that were poking out. Bruce pulled out and met frozen smiling e/c eyes. His body stiffened and began to soften.

It's been a while since he had something solid to hold that reminded him of Y/N. After she died, he threw everything that she even touched out, hoping to erase any lingering feelings.

In the black picture frame, she wore a light faded f/c shirt.

Bruce remembered when he took the photo. It was in the late afternoon, July, he guessed. She was bored and dragged him out to the local park where he suffered large sunglasses in order to stay hidden from the paparazzi.

He remembered how free she looked. She looked beautiful, happy and content. Bruce remembered the butterflies and his thoughts saying that he could actually do this. He could provide her with happiness and love, which he tried to so hard that one day she looked him straight in the eye and talk to him.

She told him to let go and relax because she wasn't going anywhere.

A small smile drifted on his face as he remembered how she laughed. She hated it, but to Bruce it was the cutest sound she made.

Bruce remembered how she asked him what was his life aspiration. He thought about it for a long time before looking her in the eye and told her was to stay by her side forever. The way her cheeks glowed pink made it all worth it.

It wasn't until he saw her lifeless face when he came rushing to headquarters. They left no survivors, and Y/N was no exception.

His chest felt hollow as he tried to drift off to a better memory.

She was gone now, and he accepted that. He still thinks of her and she was all the reasons he would smile sometimes. And on some days, he swear, he could still hear her voice and laugh.

Of course, he still loved her unconditionally and would do anything to have her back. But he accepted that she was gone and he moved on with life.

At least he still had the memories to keep him going.

Bruce placed the picture on top of his desk in clear view and smiled back at her. He still got the butterflies from just looking at her.

Finishing the paperwork, he got up feeling a lot better.