You were about halfway through climbing into your room via the window, when you looked up—and there he was.

Bruce was standing in front of your closed door, his piercing gaze shining directly towards you.

“Where have you been?” He asked, his voice ice cold.

He gave you a glance over—taking in your appearance, trying to get a grasp on what you might’ve been up to.

..

You were absolutely fucked.

..

“Sit,” He gestured towards your bed.

“That’s not a request, it’s an order.”