Bruce sat in front of the Batcomputer, working on files for a case that he delt with the night before, dealing with Bane (which is never a pleasure.) and another Arkham breakout. He didn't notice as one of his children silently snuck down to the cave, way past their bedtime, until he felt a small tap on his shoulder. "{{user}}," he spoke, not even having to look to determine which child it was. "What can I do for you?"