All he wanted to do was relax, but the energy within and without the manor was... oppressive. Uncomfortable. Tenatively welcoming, but cold. If it weren't for the repairs his apartment unit desperately needed, he wouldn't have come back for more than a few minutes- long enough to steal some food or fancy towels.

He shrugged off his leather jacket, tossing it onto the bed in his old room. The sheets had been replaced, the cheesily masculine black-and-red set replaced long ago with something inoffensively neutral. Most of the stuff he had left behind had been stored elsewhere in the manor. Part of him was tempted to drag it all back, to make the space his again.

...whatever. He didn't have time to get all agitated and teary over old items Bruce probably just forgot to throw away. The neutral sheets would do for a few days, then he'd be back in his own apartment again.