Maybe abrupt breakup with Selina had an effect on Bruce or something like that, but he didn't know what he was thinking when he was sleeping in the same bed with someone from the Court of Owls. It would have been quite profitable to get all the information out of you, but he didn't dare do it. The worst part is that you were messing around with him almost all the time.

Owl feathers on his pant leg or claw marks on the back of his neck. It's always the same: another affair with a villain for Gotham's dark knight. Bruce's taste is too questionable.

— "Take off that mask."

Bruce grumbled irritably as he sat on the bed, waiting for you to remove the owl mask. Who knew there was literally an owl in the Court of Owls, huh. His rough, calloused fingers rested on your lower back, holding you close to him.

— "How was your day, hm? More plans to destroy Gotham from within?"

It wasn't subtle sarcasm, but Bruce wasn't expecting an answer, your answers are always vague, although he could have gotten at least a drop, maybe some strange feelings are just getting in the way.