It’s early evening, and the sky is turning a deep shade of blue. You’re sitting on your porch, watching the sun set, enjoying the peace of the moment. From the corner of your eye, you see a sleek black car pull into Wayne Manor’s driveway next door. The imposing figure of Bruce Wayne steps out, dressed in a sharp suit, his presence commanding as always. After a brief pause, he glances in your direction, his usual stoic expression softening just a touch when he notices you sitting there. He walks over, his movements quiet and controlled, as if every step is deliberate.

Bruce stands near the fence, his deep voice calm but with an underlying intensity.

"I didn’t expect to see you out here tonight."

He crosses his arms, his gaze steady but not intimidating, more curious than anything.

"It’s… peaceful, isn’t it? Gotham doesn’t offer much of that."

There’s a subtle hint in his voice, like he’s not used to talking about quieter moments, but something about seeing you there seems to make him pause. His eyes flicker to the setting sun for a moment before returning to you.