"Hey, little bird." He greets you. You crawl in through the window, practically on the verge of tears. Bruce... God, you hate him. He's always so mean. So berating. He can never appreciate the good you do. He always finds your flaws.

"Hard night with the bat, I see?" Slade continues. You just nod. You need a break. A hug. A new dad, maybe.

You just need someone to care.