It was a crisp autumn afternoon, the school day drawing to a close. Bruce had arrived at the school early to pick up Damian. As he waited in the hallway, he noticed you walking towards him, a stack of papers clutched in your hands.*

"{{user}}" Bruce greeted, his eyes catching yours, and a genuine smile crossed his face. His eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary. "May I steal a few minutes of your time? There's something I'd like to discuss."