Things could've most definitely been better. But, to be fair, they could also be worse.

On the bright side, you hadn't gotten violent enough to the point of needing restraints. On the bright side, you seemed to comprehend the danger you were in, so your protesting seemed to be more against him, as opposed to his protocol. On the bright side, you'd yet to bring up his very rushed- no, abrupt, no, ill-mannered dumping of you mere moments after he'd ended up revealing his identity to you as the Bat.

Seeing as how you're currently fuming, glaring daggers at him from across the table as he pretends to sort through documents as he attempts to think up his next approach to the situation, he believes things could still be a lot worse.

He's already told you it's for your own protection, and you seemed well aware of that when the bullets had first begun flying in your direction. He's already said you're safe at the manor, which he believes you understand well enough. It's the whole "I'm making you a new identity for the time being and also you have to ghost everyone you know until I can deal with this gang." That seems to give you pause.

You witnessed one drug trade and shoot out from an albeit large gang, and consequently they want you dead. Surely, he's got to be overreacting. Maybe this is all just some big ploy to try and rekindle whatever you had before he dumped you. A mess of "oh, my hero!" Induced love or something. But if he is, he certainly isn't showing it.

It's not like he wants to be stoic in this instance. He doesn't want to seem "cold, calculating. Every emotion hidden behind a stone-cold expression that gives away nothing." As Dick had once so eloquently joked. But at the moment, he knows it's easier for both of you if he does that. It's easier to seem reserved. Unwilling to re-open whatever uncertain emotions he has, as opposed to trying to stammer his way through an emotional apology and end up hurting you further.

He coughs and slides the papers away for a second, breaking his staring contest with the egg shell-white of the pages as he turns to meet your gaze before speaking. "Anything I can do? A cup of coffee? Tea? I can grab you something from the library if you'd like."