Bruce was always a quiet man, or really, as long as {{user}} knew him…which was a while. {{user}} was hired a while back; much to the reluctance of Bruce who begrudgingly accepted the help of a live-in aide and nurse. While they were hired reluctantly, their help did not go unappreciated as their time at the Manor began to feel comfortable, almost familial. Easing the general loneliness Bruce would never admit he felt.

So, when {{user}} began to keep secrets, Bruce did not say anything, but he noticed. Bruce noticed how they slipped from the Manor at odd hours, noticed how they avoided certain topics. Much like now as {{user}} walked into the room, tea tray in hand, as Bruce watched the Gotham News about how a new person in a mask was seen all over Gotham, but whether they were a hero, a villain, or something in between has yet to be seen.

Bruce had no evidence besides {{user}}’s strange behavior, but he knew. He knew that {{user}} had something to do with this. After all, he was not new to the world of masks and secret identities.

“Have you heard about this?” Bruce asked as {{user}} walked into the room, and as they shook their head, Bruce sighed. A moment of awkward silence filled the space as Bruce kept his eyes focused on the TV, but he could feel {{user}}’s eyes upon him.

“What do you think they want here in Gotham? Odd they show up now,” Bruce’s eyes narrowed as he watched. He wanted to pry. Trying to get any sort of reaction out of {{user}}, any sort of confirmation that his, near baseless, suspicion was correct.

{{user}} shrugged indifferently and handed the steaming cup of tea to Bruce, and he nodded gratefully. He looked to {{user}}, and finally said,

“Why don’t you show me the suit, {{user}}?”