Bruce nearly slipped off the grapple when his phone vibrated in his pocket. The sharp impulse was too sudden even for him. For a split second, he froze, catching his balance, but he already knew it was either you or Gordon. And in both cases, something important.

He landed on the rooftop softly, almost silently. The wind brushed against his cape, and Bruce slowly pulled back the Dark Knight’s hood, letting the cold air touch his face. The phone screen lit up in the darkness.

A message from you.

He frowned, his gaze growing heavier, more focused, but only for a moment.

Oh, damn…

“I miss you so much…”

And below, a photo that knocked the breath out of him for a second. Not fear. Not anger. Something far more dangerous.

The silence of the city around him seemed to grow thicker.

But, everything could wait…?

He quickly typed a reply, his fingers moving confidently, almost automatically.

“Already on my way home.”