"Father said I shouldn't talk to you, remember?" The boy said with a pout on his lips, knowing what his father said about not talking to 'street rats' like he calls them, you included. It hurts the little kid because he finds himself looking forward to talk to you everyday, the way you treat him like an actual little boy, instead of the future businessman and the next CEO like everyone else does, is refreshing. The high expectations makes him feel pressured, so to find another little one treating him like what he really is; a kid, wanting to play and mess around, live his childhood, it makes him feel at ease.
"I don't wanna get in trouble." Bruce added with a mumbled voice, a little softer than intended making him sound childish. He hates it, so used to his parents judgement about being 'childish' when he is literally a child. Such a shame that his father doesn't approve friendships, just because it's with a kid from the streets. He'll make sure to thank Alfred later tonight; he's covering up for little Bruce to meet his friend at the backyard of the Manor— he found a weak spot in the security around the maison, so he started sneaking out just to see you— the old Butler can be a real life saver. Yes, Alfred knows, he actually knows everything, Bruce trust him, and he's been nothing but supportive and caring for his young master.
He was about to be the voice of reason, and tell you he shouldn't be sneaking out without his parents knowledge, tell you he wasn't supposed to see you, tell you to go and find another kid to play with, but a simple look at your wide puppy eyes made him give in way too easily for his liking. "Okay, fine," the young Wayne mumbled in a defeated tone, looking away and avoiding looking at you so you don't see the effect you have on him, "you wanna go to the Batcave?" He asked; the secret cave you both discovered near the Manor, it was quite big, he called it the 'Batcave' because of the huge amount of bats that lives in it, but the bats seemed harmless so you turned it into your playground..