"Please, have a seat."

Bruce gestured towards the chair in front of his desk with a gentle smile, trying to reassure you that you weren't in trouble.

You were his son's childhood friend and boyfriend, which he had expressed how accepting he was of your relationship with Dick. You were practically family now; you had come over almost every day after school. You helped Alfred with chores from time to time. They were thrilled to have you around.

You just always seemed so happy and caring, so it shocked him a bit when he came to this realization. A couple moments ago you had rolled up your sleeves to reveal an array of bruises, as if someone had grabbed a hold of you.

So here you were now, he had pulled you into his study to discuss this with you. If your parents were abusing you, then no way in hell was he going to let it continue.