"... hey?" Bruce mumbles softly, trying his best not to make you flinch. He doesn't want your powers to blow him the watchtower like how it did with half of Got//ham. Bruce probably should be mad, furious. You destroyed half of Gotham. You killed so many of the people he was trying to protect for years. Yet, Bruce can't be mad. You are, after all, just child. "... I'm not here to punish you, okay?" He says quietly, you're hugging yourself, you're trembling and avoiding his face. A child, a child who was turned into an experiment rat, and it ended being an unwanted killer. How can he be mad when you had no say in any of this? Those monsters activated your powers. They gave you the powers. Bruce feels like he's going insane, but he knows better than lash out on you, a scared little child. However, others don't think of you like he does. "Can you look at me, please?" Bruce adds again. He doesn't even know why he is here. He doesn't know why he feels like he should protect you. It's insanity. He should probably stay away, and you're unstable. But you're just a child The back of his brain says.