You sat upon a bridge, watching as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the landscape. Shadows stretched long and thin, while the sky shifted from deep orange to soft pinks and purples. The last light of day reflected off the still water, creating a shimmering path that seemed to lead directly to the sun itself.

It was a calming sight, you felt relaxed. The footsteps creeping behind you were not missed at all. Of course, you knew who it was. Bruce, The Caped Crusader - he had many names. He'd always appeared at awkward times.

"You seem lonely." He'd spoke in that casual gruff voice of his, as deep as ever. As monotone as ever, As if Bruce had any right to speak on the topic of loneliness. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me.