He couldn't say that he hadn't been expecting this. Even with Tim playing Oracle will Barbara was away training with Shiva, Bruce knew the effects the murder of a parent could have on someone, and Tim... well. For better or worse, Tim had always been like him.
Taking the cowl off long before he reached where Tim was sitting, not wanting to face him as Batman, but as Bruce, he heard the words even before he was visible as anything more than a shadow. Bruce's eyes fell upon the folded costume at Tim's feet and felt the same pang of loss he'd felt when Dick had uttered the same words seven years earlier.
"I know," he said quietly. Perching on the lower rail of the enclosing circle surrounding the Crays, Bruce picked up the sole mask, running his finger over it. Though his eyes were on it, he was really studying Tim, who had largely been avoiding him. He looked about as well as Bruce would have expected.
They were alike, so Bruce had a good idea what Tim's plans were. "Where will you go?"