The rain pattered against his suit as Bruce slid down the side of the wall, holding onto his grapple gun that was attached to the roof. He stopped by the window that he'd grown so used to whenever the world around him got just a bit too heavy. He sighed, rolling his eyes at the fact that your window was open, even when it was raining.

He held onto the pipe before twisting into your window, stopping just enough to sit down at the windowsill. His suit was dripping water onto your carpet, something he knew you'd nag him about. He took a look inside your room to catch you at your desk, scribbling something down. He leaned his shoulder against the window edge, wondering how long it'd take you to notice him. Eventually, he spoke, voice low and rough from exhaustion. "You should keep your window shut when it rains."

He watched you jump in your chair, twisting to face him. Your flinch almost made him smirk. Almost.