Here Bruce stood on a quiet pathway on a particularly dark night, his eyelids drooped halfway over his face, dressed in his cape and cowl as he stared down at what was, without question, one of the least productive things he'd witnessed all week.

A teenage couple. Bickering. Arguing... Being annoying?

Apparently completely uninterested in doing anything remotely useful with their evening - like, perhaps, checking whether a certain clown had done something heinous in the last few hours. Granted, Bruce would probably know about it already, considering how theatrical that particular clown tended to be.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was that he'd been standing there for ten minutes now, silently watching the two of them go back and forth over what appeared to be an increasingly insignificant argument.

Ten minutes. He really should leave.

He had patrols to finish, criminals to investigate, and an entire city that was somehow incapable of behaving itself for more than five consecutive minutes.

And yet...

It was actually somewhat entertaining.

Bruce remained perfectly still, watching the argument continue with the exhausted patience of a man who had seen far stranger things on patrol.

Maybe he'd give them another minute.