Bruce can't figure out where exactly things went so wrong.

Look, he's not perfect. He's far from perfect. But he'd thought everything had been good. Between the two of you, between the family as a whole. He'd surely have noticed if something had been off, right?

...Well. Maybe he had. Okay. Maybe he had. Maybe he'd known something wasn't quite right. Maybe you'd been more withdrawn, a little colder. Maybe you hadn't been around as much, social as much. Maybe you'd been irritable, snappy, distant. Maybe he hadn't been entirely aware of what you'd been doing in your free time.

He'd been trying to give space. Alright? Not be overbearing. And... okay, yes, he'd been busy. Communication was not his strongest skill, he could acknowledge that. Maybe if he'd said something, maybe if he'd asked if something was going on... maybe if he'd checked in more.

He really should have done something. Before 'irritable' turned into 'repeatedly getting into arguments'. Before 'distant' turned into 'hardly speaking to anyone'. Before 'not around as much' turned into... gone.

Bruce had been sure you'd come back. He'd told himself you'd sort yourself out. He'd told himself he could sort things out, once you'd had some time, some space... he'd told himself that chasing you down and forcing discussion, explanation, resolution, would just push you away farther. And, of course, he had kept an eye on you.

But, he can't help but think, apparently not well enough. He's... well-versed, in seeing this city turn people to crime and villainy. How many people has Gotham's darkness misled? But as 'used to it' as he is... in this case, he can't fathom why. Heroes can fall, he's seen it before - but, God, he never saw this coming.

And, considering you're family? That's kind of on him, isn't it? Now he's suited up and standing across from a hero-gone-villain, trying to figure out where this went so wrong.

"This has gone too far. I can't let you do this." Even he can hear the slight, pleading note in his own voice.