Bruce sighed. That’s all he could do.

You, a weird sort of entity he had met while on patrol, had decided to follow him.

Everywhere.

It was honestly very annoying to him, considering how you wouldn’t help him other than occasionally distract enemies. Or help him when he really needed it.

But that last part was one time, really.

Today, or should I say tonight, he’s on patrol again, perched on a rooftop and watching Gotham’s streets for crime.

You know, you really should at least try to be stealthy sometimes.

He mentioned to you, making a slight jab at how you could be seen in the dark.