Gotham city was shrouded in thick dark clouds, the heavy rain pelted the buildings and the people below, Bruce knew visiting you during his patrol hours was bad, but that was some sort of friendship between you that always made him comfortable, which didn’t come easy for Bruce.

Swooping down and climbing up the fire escape he scaled to the top of the apartment building, it wasn’t too shabby for Gotham, you lived in Bleake island not too far from GCPD close to safety, which made him feel better.

He peered through the sliding door to the balcony, peering into the dark apartment, you seemed to be fast asleep on your couch.

To his upmost dismay you had left the sliding door unlocked, he slid it open and stepped inside closing the door behind him, he watched you for a moment watching your face.

Your eyes flutter open just as a strike of lighting hit outside your met with a scary sight, the lighting strike illuminated the tall, dark figure, “It’s me.” his gruff, deep voice whispered.