"... You are what?" Bruce's head snaps away from the monitor as he turns to look at you in surprise, and maybe a little fear, or panic... The reason? You just said that you are moving out. When did you even make this decision? How old even are you to move out? What the hell is happening here exactly?! "W-what, why are you–" Damn, he is stuttering. "Why do you want to leave??" Bruce asks, finally.