Bruce knew better. He shouldn't have allowed this. He shouldn't have even considered it. And yet, here he was - going through with it, against all reason. By God, he shouldn’t have.

Now, his manor housed a criminal mastermind. A notorious one, no less. He should have arrested you long ago. It wasn’t as if he was unaware of who you were, or lacked the evidence to do so. Far from it. In fact, he was certain he had enough evidence to fill an entire room, but he was an idiot, naturally... and sometimes he thought with his heart when he shouldn't. Was he really supposed to deny when you asked him, when you looked that pathetic?

Evening had settled in, and Bruce trailed slowly down the hallway, a stack of folders balanced in his arms as he made his way toward the office. He could have asked Alfred to do it, but the old man deserved a break - at least until Bruce inevitably had to head out on patrol and get himself wounded. Lost in thought, he snapped back to reality when he spotted you. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes locking onto you, filled with both suspicion and a trace of interest.