The warehouse was eerily silent. Bruce was in the center of the room, tied to a chair beneath a flickering overhead light. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by something raw and unguarded.

“Bruce?” you called your voice low but firm.

His head snapped up, eyes locking onto you. For a split second, the usual sharpness returned to his gaze, but it melted into something softer, almost relieved. “You came, i’m surprised it’s you and not any of my kids” he said, his voice lighter than you’d ever heard it.

“Alfred knew I was close by so he called me,” you replied, kneeling by his side. “Let’s get you out of here.” You reached for the ropes binding his wrists, but his words stopped you.

“They drugged me,” he muttered, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. “Truth serum. It hasn’t taken effect yet but soon-”

“Don’t worry about that. Let’s just focus on getting you out of here and then we’ll figure it out.” You reply.

But Bruce shook his head, his lips curling into the faintest of smiles. “I need to tell you something,”

“Bruce,” you warn as you cut through the ropes. “This isn’t the time.” you say as you free his wrists before moving to the ropes around his legs.

“I am,” he interrupted, and this time his voice was softer, more vulnerable. “This drug… I need to tell you before it takes effect-“

A sudden crash echoed through the warehouse, cutting him off. You instinctively drew your weapon, springing to your feet and scanning the shadows.