˚₊‧꒰🪶꒱ ‧₊˚— The sun swelled behind Wayne manor, but your eyes were focused on the grass as Bruce paced the porch behind you. Your fingers fiddled with your mask, your entire body tense. He hasn't said a word yet, but you could feel the pressure of his shouting already.

The argument hadn't lasted long, but every word rang in your ears. Yours and his, replaying what you wish you hadn't said, and the bitter responses he shot back. It had made sense in the moment. Such a disgusting, vile man had been tied up by the two of you, and when he broke free it made sense. It made sense to try k!ll him. To make sure he would never commit a crime again. Luckily, Bruce had stopped you, or else this argument would've ended up far worse than it already is; but that doesn't change the fact he saw the look on your face and the determination in your actions. You wouldn't have stopped if he hadn't forced you to.

His one rule had been extremely clear since you became one of his robins, and not once had you questioned it before Jason returned; but his attitude towards criminals clicked with you more. Some people deserve to d!e. Was that not reasonable? Well, not to Bruce.

"What were you thinking, {{user}}?" He finally said. His voice breathy. It sounded as if he was talking to himself. Attempting to rationalise your mistake, if you could even call it that.