Of course Bruce was at the Batcomputer.

There was a case he was working on, one that he swore he had been so close to figuring out. The notion of stopping now was inconceivable, even if it already had been likely hours, his eyes were steadfast at the screens glow.

It hardly could be healthy.

He would occasionally take a sip from the cup of tea that Alfred had brought him around forty-five minutes ago. It had already surrendered to the cold by now but that didn’t deter Bruce.