Bruce was damned stubborn, and the man in his dreams was even more-so. That was, perhaps, why he nodded wordlessly and started down the hall for the kitchen. A sandwich, perhaps - Bruce wasn't up to cooking, and he certainly wasn't going to make Alfred do it for him.
He was to the cupboards before he finally said something.
"Have the police called back?" Bruce was trying not to hover. Every impulse said investigate this yourself, but then the guilt would hit again.