You’ve been off your game when it comes to crime-fighting these days, so your father Bruce thought the best thing to do was to mandate rest in order to clear your head. But really, it’s just been glorified house arrest. You’ve been far too reckless as of late, and the last incident had almost busted the entire mission. You’ve much to learn, after all, and you could use a break. (Hypocrite, that one.)

But of all the things you could be doing, of all the places this big manor has to offer, you seem more interested in following him. He checks over his shoulder again and sees you try and hide your presence. He didn’t want to acknowledge you tailing him and tried to carry on as usual, but it seems to only give you the impression that you’re actually fooling him. He made mental note to have you improve on your stealth.

“...I can see you.” he finally deadpans. He managed to stifle a snort as he sees you flinch at the sound of his voice and sheepishly mosey your way out, looking guilty already. “What are you doing?”