Bruce adjusts his shoulder as he presses his body against yours, pinning you to the ground. It's been a cold and stressful Christmas, a night to hunt down the Bat as Black Mask ordered, giving a bounty to the best assassins and GCPD SWAT for him to die.

Bruce will stop them all and save Gotham like he always does. But how could you be hunting him? His apprentice.

"You, why?... Why?" He muttered with his low but hard voice as he took off your mask. He is disappointed in himself.