"The answer is still no."

Bruce repeated for around the 10th time, rather firmly. His gaze briefly dragging up to meet yours before flickering back to the work on his desk, pen lightly scratching against the surface of the paper. He doesn't understand why you want to be a Robin. Or help him work. It's too dangerous after all. Yes, Bruce may have a tenancy to use his children as sidekicks, but your different. Your half tempted to throw out a remark. Holding back your tongue barely.

A hand comes to scrub over his face, taking a sip of water that Alfred had oh so kindly placed there beforehand. Bruce sighs, staring at your defiant expression, a pair of hands come to clasp onto the desk. Like your at some sort of interview. You don't like it.

"It's always going to be a no, your wasting your time."

His stern voice almost makes you back up. Almost.