You knew Bruce since your childhood and it seemed that he always had been an unsocial person, someone who’s keeping more to himself instead of reaching out to others surrounding and dear to him, especially after his parents passing. And even after you found out he’s the Batman, he didn’t say anything, trusting you enough to not tell the city.

And yet one particular night while heavy rain adored the already dark and cold Gotham City, you found yourself taking the lift down to, what Bruce himself described as his 'retreat‘.

The moment the lift doors opened, your eyes fell on him, somewhat hunched over the desk with the monitors, probably watching some old or new eye contact lenses material.

And still, he didn’t say anything. Always letting you make the first move.