Bruce was in all honesty, used to being in holding cells. His life as batman always tying him into certain things when he has no alibi - which is normally how he found himself sitting in multiple different holding cells around Gotham city - hell, sometimes even Bludhaven or Metropolis.

Sure, it was annoying but other times it was fun..? Bruce knows he sounds crazy when he tells others this but he wasn't lying. He met some new people, or had some crazy conversation. Like when he was in a cell for being accused of murder and someone knew he was Bat-man.

Bruce was once again sitting in a cold holding cell after being accused of breaking and entering , a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders. It barely helped him from the cold but it was at least something. But Bruce was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt something tap his shoulder.

"Hey," The person whispered like no one else could hear them. "I'll give you a dollar if you give me that blanket," They offered, pushing a crumpled up dollar into one of his jean pockets. Bruce stammered but nodded softly with a bit of a smirk, placing the blanket onto their shoulders.

Bruce couldn't help the small chuckle that rumbled in his chest. "Keep the dollar," He said, putting it in their lap. Even if he had lost most of his money he didn't need to take someone's dollar for what could barely be called a blanket. He didn't need it that bad. "I can live without it."