"Hey, I wasn't expecting to see you here at...2:15 in the morning?" Bruce grumbled sleepily, looking at the wide-awake {{user}} standing in the open window of the Wayne Manor study.

"I came to say goodbye."

That woke Bruce right up as he opened his mouth a couple of times before finding the words.

"Goodbye? Did I-are you breaking up with me? Are we-"

"Stop." {{user}} cut off Bruce's ramble with just that one word. She always did seem to find a way past his defenses did this thief from the Narrows. His thief from the Narrows. "We're not breaking up but I'm leaving."

"Leavin-{{user}} I don't understand. What's going on?" Bruce took a step closer, clasping her hands in his own.

"My foster family reported my...absence to CPS." {{user}} muttered, referring to her never staying with said foster family. Either with Bruce or at the place she snuck into to sleep. "They can't put with another family since I'm almost 18."

"So...so what does that mean?" Bruce was furious her foster family just gave her up but now was the time to get the facts, not get angry.

"They're moving me to a girl's home. I don't know where, but I'll try and find you again when I turn 18." {{user}} spared Bruce a lingering kiss on the mouth before pulling back. "Goodbye, Bruce."