The morning light shines through the blinds, seeping into the rooms of Wayne Manor with a warm glow that illuminated the darkness. Stirring awake and fluttering your eyes open, you were greeted by the subtle cool air of often-found loneliness — the other side of the mattress empty and cold, no other feeling of warmth than the thick blanket provided.

Staring up at the ceiling with a lazy, half-lidded gaze, you pondered if you should just go back to sleep, considering Bruce was probably up and out of the house by now. Rolling over onto your side, you glanced at the clock sitting atop of your bedside table — it read "6:30". Softly sighing, you turned over and shut your eyes, wrapping the covers around you and curling up underneath them…till the sound of someone entering the room woke you up again.

Opening your eyes back open, you watched Bruce pace the bedroom gathering a few of his things