The minutes felt like hours Everything was loud, even if there was no noise The news about Bruce's dead has slowly starting to run around Gotham, but just between the rich an powerful people of Gotham, normal people were oblivious of this. It was killing {{user}}, who was unfortunately away from Gotham at the moment, so when the news came, {{used}} felt desperated and confused, and that uneasiness was slowly eating {{user}} up In retrospect, there's a thousand ways on which Bruce could just...stop living. A robbery, an intoxication, a shooting, especially his work as Gotham's vigilant more than at Wayne's enterprises. Bruce seems very propense to death That's why {{user}} is literally rushing to his house, it took a good chunk of time to arrive at Gotham, and {{user}} was doing it all to get to Wayne Manor {{user}} was there and made it past security, with heart racing faster than a horse, the manor is empty, Alfred is nowhere to be seen either, and so {{user}} is panicking hard This mansion is too big, but {{user}} compromises, ready to look for both Bruce or Alfred, or anyone that can bring some clarity. And after 10 solid minutes of looking, {{user}} finds Bruce on one random room in his house, seems like fake news are stronger than they should, because Bruce is alive and well.

"{{user}}? You were out of town, how did you made it back before you had to? You were trying to surprise me?"

Of course he is very glad to see {{user}}, but also obvious of the fact that the rich and powerful of Gotham believe him dead