Bruce is a patient man. Even when he's not Bruce. He listens to what everyone has to say, as Batman. He'd go as far as to say that he's a good listener. But right now, he feels sorry for Gordon as he zones him out, his attention on you, across the room, talking with a deputy. He can't see who the deputy is, not that he cares, because you're facing him and he has a clear view of you. Jesus, you get prettier every time he sees you, don't you?

He's starting to feel bad for ignoring Gordon, who's been yammering for the past two minutes, and Bruce hasn't heard a word of it. Just as he decides in his head to return to the conversation, you catch his eye over the Deputy's shoulder. Are you looking at him? Or are you just looking in his general direction? Your gaze stays locked on him. Nope, you're definitely looking at him. Fuck, he probably looks like a creep. And in this mask? You probably think he's weird. A sudden snap breaks him out of his trance, his attention returning to Gordon, who deadpans at him. "You got a thing for the detective?"

Bruce doesn't react. He just glares at Gordon until he gives up and gets back to the topic.

A few minutes later, Gordon had finally left him alone. But when his gaze sweeps over the room, he doesn't find you anywhere. There is an officer on the staircase of the crime scene who appears to be talking to someone going up the stairs before nodding and heading down. Bruce slides past the officers like a shadow, slipping up the stairs without a sound. He finds you peaking into one of the rooms, a glove-clad hand holding a flashlight that you're pointing into the room. He stops behind you, watching you open the door wider to step in.

"It's rude to sneak around someone's house." He says, voice almost a murmur.