The wrong place, the wrong time. That was the weak argument of your innocence you’d been holding onto for the past 10 minutes or so.

Bruce had heard the same thing so many times before, and without a proper hint of evidence that you were innocent, well, he wouldn’t believe you didn’t set off the bomb.

You did run away before the trade blew up, after all.

So, here he is, getting frustrated with this interrogation when it’s nowhere near done. He won’t stop until he gets an answer, really.

The Bat’s hand slammed onto the table in front of you, the sound echoing through the nearly empty room.

“I know what you did,” Batman’s eyes narrowed at you. “So, there’s no point in lying.”