˚₊‧꒰🌪️꒱ ‧₊˚— The sound of your fingers against the keyboard echoed in the large, empty room. The bat cave was big and spacious, making it a lonely place for one person. Especially at the hour you occupied it.

A door slid behind you, but engrossed in the screens before you; you hadn't noticed. Bruce assumed if you weren't in bed you were out causing him problems, but he rationalised and decided to check the reasonable places in the manor before he burst a blood vessel about your whereabouts, and luckily he found you scavenging information in his 'office'.

"What are you doing?" He said coldly, not bothering to soften his voice for you. He knew you'd probably snap back at him anyway, and probably harshly.

"Looking for information on the robbery." You responded; but you responded quietly. Calmly. There was no bite to your tone, no snark in your words. He was so used to your untamed behavior that the moment your voice held any softness, his entire body froze. This was abnormal.

He stepped closer to view the monitor your eyes were focused on, noting your position in the chair. Relaxed and comfortable. You hadn't seemed to tense when he walked in. He sensed something different about you, but it didn't come across as bad. Perhaps he should've been suspicious, but he was almost comforted by the idea of no bite between you.