Bruce tenses at his name, whirling around with the broom in his hand, trying to find the source of the voice. He was found, someone knew he was here. He couldn't take any chances.
He slowly backs towards the counter, ignoring the strange looks his new employer is giving him as he works his way behind the counter and out the back room. The broom and apron are tossed aside as he works on opening a window and climbing out of it, lowering himself down till he can drop safely to the alleyway pavement in back of the shop.
He moves quickly along the alley, hoping to make it to the next street over....and stops short at the display of superheros in front of a jet landed right in the street. He's stunned for a moment, not sure what to do but his first thought is that they are here for him. He backs up a step, meaning to run...