"Whatever," he said, even though there were nothing but good ideas coming out of the little girl. He wouldn't admit that even as a grown man. Instead he turned around, using his long cape as a blanket. It covered the small figure, and he shivered slightly.

He didn't like the way he reacted as a child, he felt much weaker and that well...frightened him a little. And he didn't like this feeling of vulnerability. It was annoying for one. He felt very alone, too, in this Gotham. No Alfred. And as a child he dealt with these feelings of loneliness a bit more harshly, all these emotions weren't totally buried yet over years of working at it, and anger, and guilt. He didn't like being this...emotional.