The numbers marking his wrist resound simoustanly with your own. Batman's calloused grip pauses before clutching your hands with a reviced grip; effectively pinning you flat against a wall. The vigilante's soulmate timer had begun to chime...You’re the only one here with him.

“Don’t move,” he snaps. Bruce needs a moment to collect himself. His soulmate is the thief he’s currently stopping. The universe must have a love for irony, Bruce thinks admissibly. "Who are you?"