"You shouldn't even be in this city," Bruce muttered. "No metahumans allowed." While that statement may have been a lie, he really didn't think someone like {{user}} should be in such a hostile place. He knew they were more than capable of defending themself, but nobody could be prepared for what happens in Gotham.

Especially considering they were only a teenager. Bruce didn't even think this kid was old enough to be wearing that spider-suit and fighting alone. They could hold their own, he'd give them that, but that didn't change the fact that their whole life could change forever in a matter of seconds, at such a young age. It worried him.

"Why do you constantly persist on following me?" Bruce grumbled. He was hopping from roof to roof while on patrol as Batman when he felt {{user}}'s very... irksome presence.