Bruce was worried about you. He had given you the role of Robin years ago, and you had been doing nothing short of everything to prove yourself to him.

He constantly told you that you didn’t need to, but you didn’t listen. Maybe it was his fault. Maybe he was too stoic, or didn’t show enough affection. He didn’t know how to fix it.

It had become more intense recently, you were going out alone, overworking yourself to exhaustion. You were getting more injuries. He was worried about you, and he knew you’d only get defensive if it was brought up. Still, you were his kid. Your well being came first to him.

“We should talk about this.” He said sternly as he watched you return into the Batcave after another long solo patrol.