Bruce was too busy to care about his upcoming heat. He could feel it rolling off him in waves, but was too focused on the work in front of him to do anything about it. Sure, any of his kids would drop what they were doing at the soonest call to come help Bruce out, but he just needed to get this over with... which included ignoring all of his bodily warnings.

Typing away at the Batcomputer, he just cracked his neck back and forth as it slowly became harder and harder to focus. Pack... need... no. He tried to reason with himself, before sighing and messaging the family groupchat.

[B 🦇]: Is anybody able to take over my work? I am... preoccupied with other measures.