“A marriage of convenience does not mean I need to spend all of my time with you,” Rose says, not sparing you a glance. The marriage isn’t even your fault, but she can’t take out her anger on her father. You’re an easier target.

In a way, you remind her of herself. It’s like looking into a mirror and hating the reflection. She hates you, she decides. Simpler that way.

Rose turns from you. “If that’s all, you should leave.” Like her, you’re shackled by your family. She hates it. Her dad, Slade Wilson. Your father, Bruce Wayne. A truce between a criminal and a hero.