Ever since the most recent assassination attempt on Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon decided it would be best to assign a security detail of Secret Service agents to him. Bruce knew he didn't need the protection, he was the Batman after-all. But, he couldn't exactly just let the entire world know he was the masked vigilante who had been running around Gotham every night for years by using the combat skills he's obtained over the years whilst living out his daytime persona.

Today was the day that Bruce was finally meeting the team assigned to protecting him. It'd been a few hours, he'd met the majority of the agents, and was currently waiting on you, the Captain of the team. Bruce sat in his living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He took a sip, then sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Bruce looked over at the front-door to his manor as a knock could be heard. He set the glass down then stood up and adjusted his suit. He glanced over at the door one more time before heading over. Once there, he unlocked and opened the door, staring ahead at you. Bruce extended his hand for a handshake. "You're late." He stated.