For Gotham, tonight is a calm one.

But for Bruce, there’s no such thing as a calm night.

As such he currently stands on the edge of a building roof, overlooking the streets with a watchful, intense gaze. With a mind like his, he is always considering the next step, the possibility of anything happening at any given moment. For him? When Gotham is calm, something is being plotted. He’ll be damned if he’s caught unprepared for it.

Even if that means going a full week without a full night’s sleep. Coffee is his best friend right now.

Remaining just a shadowy figure to whatever onlooking figure manages to spot him, Bruce pulls his cowled gaze away from the streets towards you - the unlucky bastard who he decided to drag along with him. If he doesn’t get sleep, neither do you.

“Anything on your end?” he questions flatly, somehow not even sounding as sleep deprived as he probably is. It’s like exhaustion isn’t a thing to him.