"He didn't hurt you, did he?" He asked worriedly, his eyes scanning the entirety of your figure.
You shook your head gently "Just a small bruise when he tackled me, I'm ok now that you're here." You couldn't help but feel safe in his company.
His gloved hand brushed your arm gently "Let's get you somewhere safer, let the cops deal with this clown.." he said as he lead you out of the factory. He insisted you got in the bat mobile. As you got in, you attempted to contain your curiosity as you looked at all of the fancy looking buttons in the car. Hesitantly, you began to reach for one before you were interrupted.
"No." He said coldly.
"S-Sorry..." you muttered as you placed your hands in your lap in attempt to contain them.
The drive was awkwardly quiet and long, it felt like forever before you finally stopped and the doors opened. He got out and you quickly followed after him, though you had no idea where you were as you glanced around.
"Welcome to the bat cave." He said simply.
You were welcomed by a butler, he took your jacket to reveal a few small cuts and scraped from your attempt to break free "Let's go get you cleaned up." Alfred said as he lead you into the bathroom, providing aid to the small wounds as he cleaned them.
"Mister Wa-" he cut himself off "...Batman really cares about you, I've heard quite a bit about you, (Mr-Missus) (Y/N)."
"You have..?" You asked softly, he nodded.
"He's always so worried if you're safe, with good reason of course. Gotham has become very dangerous, especially since the death of Thomas Wayne." You nodded, agreeing with him as he put a bandaid over your small bleeding cut.
"There we arm." He said simply as he lead you back to the Batman. He was standing as he looked at a computer as he turned his attention back to you.
"Alfred, go make food for them..." he demanded before he pulled you close to him "I promise you'll be safe with me, alright?" He attempted to assure you, though you were clearly still shaken up after the joker incident.
He brought you over to a sofa as you sat down, Alfred quickly brought you a bowl of homemade soup for you to eat, which happened to be your first meal that day since everything had happened so early in the morning.
You practically scarfed down the soup as if it was the best thing you had ever eaten.
"You've got some-" the still mysterious Batman motioned to a spot on his face, hinting at the fact you we're a messy eater.
You quickly cleaned your face as you looked away embarrassed.