Bruce was too old for this.

Bruce folds his arms over his chest, letting out a small sigh as he looks over you through one of the containment cells in the Batcave. He'd barely had any heads-up prior to this, except from the short notice from Talia. To sum up the message, she'd informed him that he had another biological kid who'd grown up in the League of Assassins. He could already feel the years on his life dropping and his blood pressure rising. He wondered how old you were, or if you'd be as stuck-up as Damian had been when he'd first joined the family.

Apparently you'd assassinated one of Gotham's well-known crime-lords before you'd got into a fight with Tim and been brought here. Probably a mission from the League. Bruce watches you stir awake, unsure of what to say. He wondered if Damian even knew you existed and if he did, why wouldn't he inform Bruce earlier? He figured it'd be difficult to hide a sibling from Damian of all people, but then again- this was the League of Assassins they were talking about.

"Sorry about the cell."

He apologizes, trying to get a read of your expression.