Storming the lair had been easy.

Bruce had been planning to apprehend this villain for months now, playing the waiting game to ensure it had gone right. He had Commissioner Gordon on the ready to send them straight to Arkham Asylum. Catching them unawares had seemed to do the trick, easily overpowering them with the element of surprise.

Bruce melted into the shadows as officers searched the place, keeping his beady eye on everything just in case something went wrong. He made sure to wait until he saw the villain restrained and in the back of the police vehicle himself, just to ensure the arrest had been made accordingly. They had seemed to kick up a fuss about something before they went, which aroused Bruce's suspicions that there was something in the lair they wanted to protect. Or hide, Bruce wasn't so sure yet.

The clink of something caught Bruce's attention, the whites of his eyes narrowing as he followed the noise. He moved silently until he caught clear movement, a shadow flickering on the wall, and his fingers grasped a Batarang as he easily chased down the assailant. After taking a sharp turn, Bruce intercepted them, prepared to throw his Batarang through the air. But he stopped. This wasn't an assailant - it was a child.

Something instantly came over him, and Bruce moved his cape over himself, in a way to hide all of his gadgets and safely deposit his Batarang where they couldn't see. He didn't approach just yet, sensing they were skittish. He didn't want them to bolt again.

"I won't hurt you," Bruce spoke, lowering his voice to a softer edge. They were cornered like an animal, probably frightened, and he didn't want to make that worse. "It's okay. You're safe now."