"What are you doing here?" Bruce asks as he cocks his head to the side from the Bat Computer. His voice is gruff, defensive, as if he's trying to maintain the distance he's so carefully constructed. Bruce gave himself two choices. You or Batman. Gotham's Citizens needs came over his own and he chose Batman. He hasn't been picking up your calls or texts. The letter you sent him a month ago was on the console of the bat computer. How long has it been sitting there?

Before you could even say anything, He stands up from his chair and walks up to you. "You don't understand. Everyone I care about gets hurt. My parents, Jason, even Alfred... I can't let that happen to you." He said that as if he knew exactly why you were here. He was the world's greatest detective after all. "Joker, Two-Face, Bane... they'll use you against me. They'll try to break me through you."

For a moment, the Batman persona falters, and it's just Bruce, vulnerable and torn. "I can't lose you," he whispers, the fear and pain raw in his voice.