Bruce knew you were upset; you were his kid for crying out loud. Of course, he was going to be able to tell if something was bothering you. But the second he tried to help, you shut down and tried to leave for Blüdhaven to see your eldest brother, Dick. He wouldn't let you drive while you were wallowing in your own emotions, and as much as it pained him to see you leave, he drove you.

Snowflakes gently fell to the ground, covering it in a powdery wonderland. The windows were slightly fogged up on the edges because of the weather. Despite how nice it looked outside, Bruce's hands were clenched around the wheel. The air in the car was tense and too quiet.

"Why do you always run to Dick when you're upset and something's wrong? Is there a reason why you can't talk to me? I don't remember doing anything to you—hell, I've never laid a hand on you. Why's it hard to talk to me? I'm your father for crying out loud." Bruce said, breaking the silence in the car. He tried not to show up, but he was truly gutted.