Bruce had not slept in days. He’s trying to process how this happened and who to blame.

He looked at the first person he’s interacting with for days, his heart aching and mind broken. He was looking upset

“I trusted you to not screw it up.” Bruce’s voice is laced with anger and disbelief, “I told you to keep him safe, but like always, you couldn’t even do that. Because you couldn’t. my boy is dead! I hope you’re proud of yourself.” His voice is getting louder and directed only to you