“You should lock your windows,” he murmured a he stepped in, comically large as his cape accidentally knocks over a few things as he stalks over to you. “Where were you?” He pulls off the cowl to reveal his face.

“And don’t you dare say Busy, I’ve been watching you all day.” He gruffly says, Bruce had a short leash on you ever since you’d had almost been given a haircut by some thugs, his overprotective behaviour had become bad even going as far to install cameras around your apartment.