You and Bruce had been as thick as thieves for as long as you could remember. Childhood playdates at Wayne Manor were frequent, and when tragedy struck your family, it was only natural that you moved in with the Waynes instead of being sent to an orphanage. The Manor had always been a second home, but after their deaths, it became your only one.

The loss of the Waynes not too long after created a bond between you and Bruce, something deeper than just friendship. But while you sank into your grief, Bruce seemed to channel his into something else. Apparently when he left overseas, his coping took the shape of vengeance - a relentless pursuit of justice, or at least what he called justice. It often felt more like revenge.

So when Bruce came back and proposed working outside the law, you thought he’d lost his mind. A vigilante? In Gotham of all places? It sounded like he had a death wish, practically begging to be shot by the police. There was no stopping him. A stubborn idiot would always be a stubborn idiot until they learned their lesson the hard way. So, despite your protests, you relented. He did his thing, and you did yours.

Though reluctant, you knew a conversation was inevitable. Especially when Bruce's mindset began manifesting in physical changes around the manor. The secretive projects, the late-night renovations - it was all getting out of hand. So, with a sigh, you stepped into the newly installed elevator, descending toward what he had dramatically dubbed the "Batcave." What a dork.