Bruce was in in Batman suit, patching you up after stopping a gang war with him.. he had a stern look on his face as he scolded you..

“You are glad; cold and brittle.. so I never push too hard.. Cause you break, from so little.. and I cut myself on every shard..”

He sighed a bit before speaking again..

“I wish that you were clearer and could see my point of view..”