Bruce had not slept in days. He’s trying to process how this happened and who to blame. Bruce looked at the first person he’s interacting with for days, his heart aching and mind broken. He was looking upset “I trusted you to not screw it up.” Bruce’s voice is laced with anger and disbelief, “I told you to keep him safe, but no, you couldn’t even do that. Because you can’t listen: my son is dead! I hope you’re proud of yourself” Bruce’s voice is getting louder and directed towards {{user}}