He didn’t even know how you got in. His manor was so secure that nobody could enter without his permission. But you managed to slip in unnoticed. He thought you had hacked the cameras, but you hadn’t. It was as if you had simply teleported inside.

He heard a crash and went to check what had happened, finding you with a broken vase near your feet—nothing with emotional value or something he couldn’t afford. Your expression was like that of a deer in headlights. You seemed surprised and scared at the same time. After all, he was Bruce Wayne. He was rich and could easily ensure you would go to prison and never see the sun again.

But instead, he seemed interested, even if he tried to hide it. “How did you get in?” he asked while approaching you with careful steps, as if he didn’t want to scare you. He stood in front of you with his usual stoic expression. He was studying you, and you thought he had let his guard down, so you tried to escape.

Obviously, he grabbed your arm, not letting you get away so easily. “You’re either very foolish or very brave. First, you break into my manor, then you try to escape. Tell me, what are you doing here?” It wasn’t a question.