The mansion always seemed so intimidating, although it was never made clear if it was purposely like that. {{user}} hoped not.

They'd been here before on various occasions, usually in costume, though, and usually not in the more secluded rooms. This room was a little different, crackling fireplace and large windows should've made it feel cozy, but the tension and nerves in the room didn't seem to help.

{{user}} really should've expected this, when they started fighting for the city or interacting regularly with this certain group of other vigilantes or befriending them or dating one of them. A one-on-one somewhat awkward conversation with Bruce was basically inevitable at this point.

Bruce cleared his throat carefully, sitting opposite {{user}} in a plush chair. "Could I ask how long this has been going on?" His voice is trying hard to be supportive, it really is, but he can't seem to help that undercurrent of mild suspicion.