Bruce glanced at his window and yelped, falling out of his desk chair in surprise. He knew you said you were coming over, but he hadn't expected you to be curled up outside his window early in the morning. Bruce stared for a few seconds longer before shaking his head and getting up.

"Dumbass," He said, pulling the window up and dragging you by your shirt inside.

He'd made friends with you a few months ago, Alfred insisted he made more 'normal friends.' Whatever that meant. So he had tried. And instead he'd just ended up with a weirdo who followed him around and broke into his house on the regular. "Why did you insist on coming over anyway?"

It doesn't help that his stomach fills with butterflies every time you're around.