The disappointment was clear under the stoicism. Tim Drake had done a good job of covering up his feelings, but Bruce had been playing at that game for far too long not to recognize it now. Something twinged in the center of Bruce's chest. Regret, perhaps - concern, certainly. But the fact remained that Bruce didn't know this young man, and to pretend that he did would be cruel to them both.
As soon as the young man's back was turned, Bruce swept the card up and skimmed it. His eyes widened then narrowed.
"Why the Monarch, Tim?" he asked as the boy put his hand on the door knob.