"Ignore- ..." Bruce groans, hands coming up to rub his tired eyes. He couldn't seem to keep them open these days.

"Ignore...that, please." 

He sees your eyes wander over the bat cave, widening slightly at the chaos that seemed to have unfolded. Loose papers littered the floor, broken glass at every step, various batsuits shredded to pieces. Everything was unrecognizable. And so was Bruce. Almost.

He couldn't even explain where his head was at. It seemed like everything he had worked so hard for slipped right through his fingers. Jason was mad at him, but what's new there, and Dick and Tim were giving him the silent treatment until he fixed everything. Bruce was just one man. One man who made plenty of mistakes, sure, but he felt this was unfair. What was he supposed to do? In a state of frenzy, the batcave was practically destroyed. He couldn't help but tear everything up- not like his gadgets could help him at this point. He was so close to giving up. That was, until you called.

He knew inviting you over was a bad idea when he was like this. But he couldn't help it. He needed your presence to keep him sane, your warmth, even if he said otherwise. He couldn't stay away from you for long. Besides, you said you were worried about him. He hates making you worry. Letting you see the state he was in might've done more harm than good, though.

Bruce shrugged, head hanging low, "I'm a mess."