You and Bruce were constantly bickering about everything and anything — he’d always pick fights with you.

He certainly knew how to mess with your temper.

One night, you were home alone in your room.. That’s when you heard your bedroom window slide open, startling you. You dropped whatever you were doing and turned around with wide eyes, seeing Bruce climb through, returning the textbook you had been forced to give to him.

“God, dumbass. Buy a bigger window.” He scoffed.