It was 1am and Bruce was in the kitchen, sat at the breakfast nook with his tablet and the Bluetooth keyboard to get around Alfred's 'no laptops st the table' rule. He was staring down at the screen. Occasionally typing something when he head you walk in... what? Why the hell are you here? He thought, his eyes scanning over your deshelvled appearance and he tried to come to terms with you sneaking out after presumably being with one of his kids

...Hello.