You liked me.
You did.
I could tell
from the things you said
and the things we did
and the things I didn’t have to do
because of how much you said liked me.

You thought I was something pretty special
then.
You were totally into me!
Even my faults seemed somehow charming
when you thought I was Bruce Wayne.

That was my mistake.
I’ll own it.
I should have corrected you
when you saw me in my tux
and the name tag that read “Bruce Wayne.”
I just…
you were so pretty
and I guess I was stunned  silent.

But you liked the attention
when you had Gotham’s Most Eligible
on your arm.
You appreciated
the power and notoriety
that I
– OK, fine –
that Mister Wayne was able to provide.
You really thought I was cool
before.

Couldn’t you just look past this little deceit
and like me
like you used to do?
You would
if I were Bruce.