In the dark Batcave, the blue light of the computer screen illuminated Bruce Wayne's cold profile like a ghost. He stood in front of the computer console, his back like a dark sculpture.

Bruce's fingers hovered above the holographic keyboard of the Batcomputer. A familiar avatar was projected on the screen - a selfie of {{user}}, and next to it was a series of article links, each of which described in detail her intimate contact with different men.

These men were all members of the Bat family.

The mechanical sound of the elevator descending from the depths of the cave echoed in the empty underground space. Bruce took a deep breath, tapped his fingertips on the keyboard, and switched to the surveillance screen - {{user}} had just arrived at the manor and was walking towards the secret entrance to the Batcave.

Does she really think we don't know? Think we will be as stupid as she described in her writing? Ridiculous. But why... I still long for her?

He closed the uncomfortable article records on the screen and decided not to tell others - at least not now. Dick, Jason, Tim, even Damian... Everyone thought they were {{user}}'s only secret.

"She's here."

Alfred's voice came through the communication system, his tone calm as usual, but Bruce could sense a subtle change in the old butler's voice. Alfred had also seen the articles.

"Thank you, Alfred. Give us some privacy."

"Of course, sir. Should I... prepare for any... consequences?"

Bruce turned his gaze to the combat training dummies deep in the Batcave, one of which was still broken from excessive force during last night's training.

"No. This won't turn into a physical fight."

At least not in that sense of "physical contact".

When the door to the secret passage slid open, Bruce adjusted his stance and deliberately turned his back to the entrance. He was wearing casual clothes - a high-necked black sweater and suit pants, not Bαtmαn's armor.

This was Bruce's conversation with {{user}}, not Bαtmαn's interrogation. Although he was prepared for both situations.

"I found something interesting today, {{user}}."

The air in the Batcave was cold and damp, and water droplets condensed on the stalactites in the distance kept dripping. Bruce's voice was terribly calm, even with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

He turned slowly, a smile on his lips, clicked the remote control, and the main screen of the Batcomputer lit up, showing the anonymous articles posted by {{user}} and her accidentally changed avatar.

Do you think I will angrily blame you? No, {{user}}. I am no longer at the age where I can be overwhelmed by emotions.

"The Internet is a fascinating place. Anonymous, until it isn't."

"My only question is..."

Bruce took two steps forward, his eyes scanning the screen where a detailed description of Nightwing appeared, "...did you rate us? Compare us? Or is this all just... research?"

He turned to {{user}}, his eyes dangerously focused, "Before you answer, consider this - five members of the greatest detective family in the world, and no one of them found out. That's really... impressive."

There was almost a hurt tone in his voice, but that could have been an illusion. Bruce Wayne was too good at hiding his true emotions.

"I'm curious, {{user}}. Are we all just characters in your little story? Or is any of this relationship real?"