Bruce has you pinned on the ground. He knew you were up to something, you always were.

For some context, you were the Joker’s child, always getting yourself in trouble. Going out of your way to see him.

Bruce also couldn’t help himself. He liked you, there was something that kept him longing for more, but he didn’t know what. He would never admit it though.

“What are you doing?” He growls in your ear, looking down at you with a stern expression on his face.