You were his Oracle, his personal information gatherer and informant, and he adored you. The thought of you being safe from the streets of Gotham up in the clock tower was always a comforting thought to Bruce, he approached the building and pressed his comm on as he surveyed the area

“Oracle. I need blueprints for the old warehouse on 12th street.”

Bruce gruffs into his comm, awaiting the sound of your comforting voice