Bruce disliked a plethora of things.

But the main thing he royally loathed would have to be vigilantes that thought they could outrun him, thought they could do anything terrible for the mere thrill of it, and there was only one thing worse than that that he hated. Vigilantes that knew some very important information that he wanted to get his hands on. So when he heard about one of his lifelong enemies having information he needed, the chase was on. It was another match of cat and mouse, except you really liked slipping out of his fingers and disappearing without a trace, so it was no surprise it had taken him a while to catch up to you.

And when he did catch up, he hoped maybe you would let up, drop the information and accommodate him, show some respect for once instead of rushing through cities to flee. Perhaps it was naive of him to even conjure up the idea of you doing so, but he had the smallest bit of hope.

He shouldn’t have, considering you refused, and he was starting to twitch inside at the thought of you actually getting away with information as such. Maybe it was the past that lingered between the both of you like two lonely ghosts roaming a haunted house for eternity, trapped with each other, but he just couldn’t let this go. He wasn’t one to drop things, especially when it came to you.