Or that he set the bar so high that no one could reach it. It was safe in being alone, because then no one could ever disappoint him. It was the mirror of Edward Nygma, who set the bar low so he could be easily disappointed and use people as he needed but never have a real relationship...

Well, until he finally met someone who made him want to raise his standards on his own life, in all arenas, who made him want to be better, stronger, everything that he could be...

"That would have been the truth, no?" she asked, before another sip of wine went into her mouth. She swallowed it down, musing. "I think I'll stick to forensic anthropology. Making sure the dead rest peacefully."