She leaned into his touch, taking a long, slow breath, and then releasing it. "Bruce is Bruce," she told him, reaching over to brush his own dark hair from his forehead. "He feels responsible for everything and everyone. I think he takes the concept of proactive to... near Arkham levels." She chuckled. "Bet he's already pissed with himself he had no idea any of this happened. Where the hell was he, anyway? Granted, I didn't exactly see Dad flashing the Bat signal, but still, it's not like Bruce to turn his phone off. Anything scandalous I should know?"