Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

As she listens to him mumble an excuse and move away, her heart speeds up ever so slightly. Part of her wants nothing more than to slap that smirk off his face, but another part finds herself strangely aroused by the way he can't seem to stop looking at her no matter how mean she is to him. It makes her feel powerful and desired in a twisted sort of way.

She finishes making breakfast, barely touching her own food, instead filling up on his discomfort and embarrassment as he cowers under her words like the pathetic little worm he is. She can't believe she has to live with this...this person for another second. How she wishes she could just get rid of him somehow, send him back from where he came: the darkest pits of hell.

Then an idea strikes her. A devious, delicious idea. If she plays her cards right, she might just be able to break him completely...and have some fun in the process.

Her eyes dart back and forth between him and her food, pretending to be absorbed in eating. She takes another bite, chewing slowly as she watches his every movement out of the corner of her eye. Her heart is racing now; she can barely contain herself as she waits for the perfect moment to strike.

Finally, when she sees him turn his head away, she clears her throat loudly. "You know, I was thinking...since we're rooming together and all," she begins slowly, casually taking another bite of food as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening."I mean, it would be nice if we could at least try to get along or something. You know, make this whole living situation more bearable for both of us." She pauses dramatically, daring him to speak first.

In her mind, she's already congratulating herself on coming up with such a devious plan...but part of her still can't help but wonder what he will say in response. What would he agree to do in order to make her stop being mean? To try and impress her or win some sort of twisted game between them?

She waits, breathless and excited, for his reply.

Her eyes narrow into slits as she listens to his reply. It seems like he thinks she's playing some sort of game with him...well, let him keep on believing that if it gets him where she wants him to be. "Oh really? You don't want to try and make things better between us?" She pretends to look hurt for a moment, pushing her plate away as if his disinterest in being civil were too much for her delicate sensibilities.

"Fine then." She huffs dramatically, standing up from the table and heading over to her bedroom with every step heavy with disappointment and fake sadness. "I tried...guess I'll just have to keep being mean to you then." And with that, she slams the door shut behind her.

Her heart is racing as she paces back and forth in her bedroom, unable to contain herself any longer. She wants him to suffer, wants him to beg for her forgiveness...but at the same time, a part of her is enjoying this power trip way too much. It's intoxicating, knowing that he's stuck here with her and that she can make his life hell if she wants.

She stops in front of her closet, trying to calm herself down before deciding what to do next. After a few deep breaths, she pulls out an outfit from the back, an innocent-looking white dress that would be utterly ridiculous on anyone else but somehow fits perfectly on her curvy frame. It's like it was made just for this occasion...

She changes into the dress slowly, savoring every moment of him watching her through the crack in his bedroom door as she buttons it up and adjusts her breasts before slipping on a pair of white lacy panties. When she's finally done, she steps out from behind her door, giving him a smile that could kill a man stone dead.

"There," she says softly, walking towards him with an unmistakable swagger in her hips. "I thought maybe you'd prefer it if I looked...more like the kind of woman who wouldn't be mean to someone as pathetic and worthless as you." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies his reaction. "What do you think?"

Inwardly, Ava can feel herself tensing up, wondering how he will react...and if this was all a mistake after all.

Her smile wavers just slightly as he speaks, but she quickly regains her composure with an exasperated sigh. "Don't you dare take advantage of this, you disgusting piece of trash!" she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. "I only dressed like this because I was hoping it might make things better between us...but since that's not going to happen..."

She pauses dramatically, letting the words hang in the air as she turns away from him, pretending to lose interest in whatever he's doing. But really, she's just trying to decide what her next move should be. Part of her wants nothing more than to hurt him back for all the awful things he's said and done...but another part is starting to feel a strange sort of attraction towards him. This man who was so easy to torment and make miserable...it was intoxicating in its own twisted way.

Her mind whirls with conflicting emotions as she watches him from the corner of her eye, unable to look away no matter how hard she tries.

The silence between them becomes unbearable; she can practically feel the tension filling up the room like smoke. She takes a few steps forward, unable to resist any longer as curiosity gets the better of her. "What did you just say?" she asks slowly, cocking her head to the side as she tries to understand what he meant by that comment.

He glances at her before quickly looking away again, obviously embarrassed or ashamed of something. This only serves to intrigue her more; it's clear there's much more going on beneath the surface with this man than she ever thought possible. Maybe...just maybe...there might be a chance for them after all?

She smiles to herself, feeling an odd mix of excitement and uncertainty wash over her. This could go so many different ways from here; it's entirely up to her how things play out between them. The power she holds in this moment is intoxicating...and addicting.

"You know what?" She says softly, moving closer still until they're standing mere inches apart. "Maybe we could try again." Her voice drops even lower as she leans in, her breath tickling against his neck as she whispers directly into his ear. "Just...maybe you should try being nicer to me first."

She waits, hardly daring to breathe as she wonders what he'll say next and how far she can push things before he breaks for good...or worse, falls completely under her spell.

His words sting like a slap across her face; she tries not to show it but fails miserably as tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "Fine!" she spits out bitterly, spinning around and storming back into her bedroom where she slams the door shut with enough force that pictures rattle on the walls.

Alone in her room, she collapses onto her bed, sobbing into a pillow as anger, frustration, hurt, and confusion twist and turn inside of her. She doesn't understand why he can't seem to trust her, why he won't just give her a chance...and now it seems like all of her plans have backfired spectacularly.

She cries herself to sleep that night, haunted by visions of what could have been and the realization that she may never get what she truly wants after all: his love and acceptance. But as dawn breaks and her eyes open slowly, there's something different in the air this time...a hint of hope that maybe there's still a chance for things to work out between them, if only they could find some common ground.

The sound of Bruce practicing his moves outside is faint but unmistakable; it's almost enough to make her want to roll her eyes. But as she listens to him berate himself over and over again, a strange sort of sympathy wells up inside her. He's just as messed up as she is...maybe more so in some ways.

She drags herself out of bed, still feeling tired and emotionally raw from last night's confrontation with him. As she begins to get ready for the day, she wonders what they should do next. They're at an impasse; neither one of them can seem to trust or believe in the other without things descending into a miserable cycle of hurt and anger.

Maybe...just maybe...they could try something different this time around. Something that would force them to work together, to rely on each other. If they could find common ground and build from there...who knows where it might lead? The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.

She spends the rest of the morning lost in these thoughts, unable to shake the feeling that their lives are teetering on the edge of something huge. And whether or not they fall over the brink together...well, only time will tell.

Her lips tingle where they brushed against his; an odd sensation fills her chest as she realizes that she hasn't been expecting this at all. But instead of reacting with anger or disgust, something else flutters to life inside of her - a strange sort of warmth that spreads through her body like honey on hot bread.

"It's...okay," she murmurs softly, eyes darting away from his face for a moment before returning. "I didn't mean to push you." She pauses, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Maybe we should try starting over."

She waits, heart pounding in her chest as she wonders if he feels the same strange pull toward each other that she does. Or if this is all just a weird misunderstanding that will only end in more hurt and disappointment.

Her heart skips a beat at his words; it feels like he understands her so much more than she ever thought possible. It's almost enough to make her believe that they really can start over, put the past behind them and move forward together. But there's still a part of her that's scared - what if this is all just some sort of twisted game he's playing with her emotions?

She takes a step closer, closing the distance between them until they're standing barely an inch apart once more. "You really mean that?" she whispers, searching his eyes for any sign of deception or hidden agenda. But all she finds there is sincerity and yearning...and maybe even love, if she dares to believe it.

With a trembling breath, she leans forward until their foreheads are touching. "Okay," she says softly, her voice little more than a whisper against his skin. "I'll try too."

It's the first time in weeks that she's felt any sort of peace between them...and it's enough to make her want to hold onto this fragile connection for dear life. Tentatively, hesitantly, she lifts a hand and cups his cheek, feeling the rough stubble against her palm as he flinches slightly at her touch. It's almost electric, the contact between them...and it scares her in the best possible way.

"Don't make me regret this," she whispers, leaning even closer until their lips are just barely brushing against each other. "Please..."

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks those words; she hadn't expected this at all. But somehow, hearing him say it out loud makes everything feel different...like maybe there really is hope for them after all. A spark of hope ignites inside her chest, spreading through her like warmth on a cold winter's day.

She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or insincerity, but finds only honesty and sincerity staring back at her. And for the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to believe that this might be real...that they can make it work together despite everything that's happened between them.

With a shaky breath, she cups his cheek with her free hand and leans forward until their lips meet in a tender, hesitant kiss. It starts out slow and gentle but quickly deepens as desire overwhelms them both. She moans into his mouth, her body pressed tight against his as they lose themselves in the moment.

As their tongues dance together, she knows with every fiber of her being that this is what she's wanted all along...not just some twisted game or power trip. Bruce, this amazing man who was once her tormentor and now perhaps her greatest ally. In that moment, she feels more alive than she ever has before, and for the first time in years, she allows herself to dream of a future where they might find happiness together despite everything that stands against them.

It's going to be a long road, filled with obstacles and challenges, but she knows now that she won't give up...not as long as he's by her side. And somehow, knowing this makes her feel stronger than she ever has before.

She gasps into his mouth as he starts removing her clothing, the sensation of his hands on her skin sending shivers down her spine. She arches her back, pressing herself closer against him as he continues to caress her, exploring every inch of her body with expert fingers.

Her heart pounds in her chest, thunderous and loud as their kiss deepens, and she feels herself growing wet between the legs from his touch. This is unlike anything she's ever felt before - a raw, primal desire that overwhelms every other thought in her mind. She moans into his mouth, hungry for more of him, needing him to fill her up until there's nothing left but this incredible connection between them.

As he finally removes the last piece of clothing and she is completely exposed to him, she closes her eyes, waiting for what comes next with bated breath. She has no idea where this will lead or how far they'll go tonight, but at this moment, it doesn't matter; all that matters is this connection between them, the heat of his skin against hers, and the promise of a future together despite everything else that stands in their way.

She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer still, wanting to feel every inch of him against her as they give into the passion that's burning bright between them. This is what she's wanted for so long...and now that it's finally here, she refuses to let go.

Her breath catches in her throat as he enters her slowly, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back, pressing herself closer against him, hungry for more of this incredible feeling. With every thrust, he fills her up just a little bit more; she can feel the connection between them growing deeper with each passing moment.

As he looks into her eyes and tells her that he loves her, she can't help but feel tears sting at the corners of her own. This is what she wanted...what she needed all along. And now that it's finally here, it feels more real than anything else ever has before.

She holds onto him tightly, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor as their bodies move together in a rhythm that seems to belong only to them. The passion between them burns bright and hot, filling the room with its intensity as they lose themselves completely in each other. In this moment, there is nothing else in the world but them, and she knows without a shadow of a doubt that she will never let go.

With one final thrust, he comes inside her, his groan of pleasure echoing around the small room as their bodies quiver together from the release. As their orgasms subside and their breathing begins to steady again, he rolls over onto his back, pulling her with him until they're both lying side by side, their limbs tangled together in an intimate embrace.

"Thank you," she whispers, feeling tears slip silently down her cheeks as she gazes up at the ceiling. "For loving me." She pauses, swallowing hard as more emotion wells up inside her. "I'll never forget this...and I swear to God, Aiden or no Aiden, we will make this work. Somehow

"And if we have another kid someday..." she whispers, trailing off into silence. "It doesn't matter whose it is. As long as they have us..." Her voice drifts away, and for a moment everything feels quiet and peaceful between them. She nestles closer to him, her heart still racing from the passion they've just shared but her mind beginning to settle into a calmness she hasn't felt in what feels like forever.

As sleep creeps up on her, she finds herself lost in dreams of a future where everything works out between them...of loving families and happy endings that once seemed so impossible. But with Bruce by her side, she knows now that anything is possible. And for the first time in what feels like an eternity, she allows herself to believe that maybe this time they really can have it all.

As exhaustion finally overtakes her and drags her down into a deep, peaceful sleep, she doesn't even notice the faint glow emanating from the baby monitor on the nightstand nearby...a tiny light in the darkness that symbolizes hope for them both.

Her eyes fly open as Bruce cums inside her mouth, her face flushed with arousal and excitement. She moans around his cock, swallowing every drop eagerly before breaking away with a satisfied sigh. As she lies back on the bed, she glances up at him, grinning impishly.

"Not bad for waking me up like that," she teases, running her fingers through his chest hair playfully. "But next time I might just have to return the favor..." Her voice trails off into a suggestive purr as their eyes meet in a fiery gaze, hinting at all the passion and desire still simmering between them.

They lie together for a while longer, savoring the intimacy and connection they've finally found with each other. As the morning sun streams through the window, casting warm light across their entwined forms, Ava can't help but feel hopeful for the future; for once, everything feels right in the world...and as long as she has Bruce by her side, anything seems possible.

"You already are," she whispers, meeting his gaze with a tender expression. As he starts to move within her, she wraps her legs around his hips, arching her back in pleasure as their bodies come together once more. "And I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it too."

With every thrust of his hips, she feels closer and closer to the edge of oblivion; the desire he stirs up inside her is overwhelming, consuming. She gasps and moans as they move together in perfect unison, each one bringing them closer to the climax they both crave so deeply.

As their passion reaches its peak, she feels herself starting to lose control, her body tense and quivering on the brink of release. With a final, guttural cry, she comes undone in his arms, her world exploding around her in a thousand shards of pleasure. As she rides out the waves of satisfaction, she looks up at Bruce, seeing nothing but love and adoration reflected back in his eyes.

With one last powerful thrust, he follows her over the edge, crying out her name as their bodies twine together in perfect harmony. They collapse together onto the bed, spent but satisfied, their hearts racing and their skin flushed with desire. It's a feeling like no other she's ever known...and one that leaves her certain of one thing: there is nothing more right or pure in this world than being wrapped up in Bruce Wayne's arms.

As they catch their breath, Ava nestles her head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear. She looks up at him, a small smile playing around the corners of her lips, and wonders how much longer it will be before they have another reason to share this bed...a tiny new addition to their

"Wait," she whispers, catching his arm as he starts to walk away. "I want...more." Her cheeks flush at the confession but she can't help it; the desire for him is still so intense that she doesn't think she could possibly want anything else right now.

"Please," she begs, tugging on his arm until he turns back to face her. "Just once more." Her words are breathless and filled with need, and she knows that if she doesn't have him now, she might never be able to let go.

He studies her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers as if trying to gauge her sincerity, before finally giving in with a resigned sigh. "Alright," he murmurs, pulling her back onto the bed and kissing her deeply. "But this has to be it." His hands move over her body with practiced ease, expertly stripping her of her remaining clothes until they're both naked once more.

As he positions himself between her legs, she arches her back in anticipation, already feeling the familiar heat pooling low in her belly. "I love you," she whispers, her voice breaking as emotion wells up inside her. "So much."

With one final thrust, they're connected again, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels as natural and effortless as breathing. Her cries of pleasure mingle with his grunts of satisfaction, echoing around the room like a song of love and desire. As he comes inside her once more, she feels something shift deep within her core, a warmth spreading through her abdomen that tells her everything has just changed forever.

With a contented sigh, they collapse together onto the bed, their sweat-slicked skin pressed tight against each other

Her heart skips a beat as his fingers trace circles on her abdomen; it feels like he's touching her soul. "I love you too," she whispers, looking up into his eyes with all the love and adoration in her world shining bright there. "And I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."

As they lie together, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, Ava knows that she has never been happier or more fulfilled than she is right now...and with Bruce by her side, she feels confident that nothing can tear them apart. They have faced every challenge and come out stronger on the other side, and even though they don't know what tomorrow will bring, they face it together, hand in hand.

For now, they simply savor this moment of perfect peace and contentment, knowing that however long it lasts, it will be etched into their hearts forever.