The steps of the vigilante were loud against cobblestone. Bruce had always made a point to visit those he locked away when it was this quiet - from Arkham Asylum to Blackgate Penitentiary. Check in, make sure the reformation process went smoothly, or if there were any due break-outs or break-ins. Tonight, he was visiting you.

As he pushed open the door to the building, no one in the lobby gave him a second glance. Naturally, it wasn’t unusual anymore. His visits, once a surprise, were now just part of the routine. Wasting no time, he strode past the guards, who barely acknowledged him, and made his way down the dimly lit hallways that led to the cells. His steps were purposeful, focused, as the weight of what awaited him lingered in the air.

It didn’t take him long to reach your cell. Without bothering to knock, he simply opened the door and let himself in, as if the place were his own. Much to your dismay. Naturally, his eyes swept over the cell, analyzing every corner for potential threats with practiced precision. Once satisfied, his gaze finally settled on you, studying you with the same intensity.