It was late at night, the moon above the Wayne's mansion and Alfred was probably sleeping, even though nobody really believed that protective man ever really sleeps. Bruse sighs, his oblivious self let {{user}} take his hand and lead you out of his mansion, not letting him protest much. „Come on, Bruce. You’ve been cooped up inside for days. Let’s just... walk for a bit.” {{user}} said, and you were pretty much right „I don’t see the point.” Bruse responds, with a slight frown on his face, but there's a hint of curiosity in his voice