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He had just finished dealing with Bane.
Now Riddler had reared his geeky little head.
Bruce didn't really feel up to it, but, it was better than dealing with the Joker again.
That clown had been messing with his head so badly recently, it would be nice to fill his thoughts with something not as troubling.
He shook his head, he needed to stop thinking of him like that… he hadn't thought of anyone like that since…
Well.
He walked through the hall of the old Wayne-tech building, it looked like there had been a struggle, ending in the foyer, there were three men, shot dead, shot perfectly.
Bruce recreated the scene in his head; Riddler was working with someone, though… he couldn't tell who it was, someone taller than himself judging by the approximate angle of the shot.
That narrowed it down a little, he'd run some stats on the computer later, when he got the chance to.
He continued up the stairs, there was some blood on the floor by them, and some rubber scraped into the floor, someone had been dropped from... ¾ of a flight up.
He could see where he'd been thrown from, there were more scuffs and some mud on the stairs, he followed them up 2 sets and into a room.
The room was bathed in a sickly green light, a progress bar, three quarters of the way complete, was present on the screen.
Bruce felt his heart sink when he saw the object attached to the computer.
He gently pulled the usb from the computer, and exhaled gently, looking at the engraved symbol.
"…Harvey…"
He turned the object over, there was an inscription on the back, it simply said 'Merry Birthday'; the present he had bought for Harvey's birthday had not arrived on time, so he had tried to make up for it at Christmas, and that was the best that a 16-year-old Bruce could think of.
He remembered it as if it was yesterday, so clear in his mind.
He had been so young, and in love, and… confused.
He had loved Harvey so much, but they had hidden it.
Bruce wasn't even sure why. He knew Alfred wouldn't have minded, nor Harvey's parents.
But, they had.
He wished they hadn't.
He lifted the object to his lips and kissed it, closing his eyes as he did.
It felt odd, to touch the object again, the last time must have been when he had held it in his mouth, between his teeth, as they…
When they had been together.
He sighed and looked down at it again.
Why had Riddler had it? Bruce knew Harvey, he knew he wouldn't let anyone touch this, unless they were close, very close.
Harvey hated Riddler, he talked to much, was too upfront, he hid nothing, Harvey hated that, for Harvey the fun was in the chase, in finding out what was hidden.
He must have stolen it. That little shit!
Bruce walked quickly from the room and down the stairs.
How dare that little fuck steal this, did he even know what he'd stolen?
He was trying to download something.
Did that mean…
Had he deleted the files?
Bruce felt his chest begin to throb. Oh god, he hoped he hadn't deleted the files.
Don't let the world be that cruel…
He rushed himself to the batmobile and plugged the small data-stick into the car's computer.
He pulled the file index up on the tiny monitor, and saw that there was a locked folder, relief flooded him so intensely that it caused him to let out a tiny moan.
'XHarvey, privateX' the file was called.
Bruce unlocked it, and looked through, smiling gently. Hundreds of pictures of them together.
Just of them, sitting, kissing, laying with one another, one of Bruce playfully biting Harvey's nose. The memory of that moment making Bruce chuckle slightly.
He ejected the usb from the computer, and placed it in the glove compartment.
He would have to make sure he returned this.

Description
He had just finished dealing with Bane.
Now Riddler had reared his geeky little head.
Bruce didn't really feel up to it, but, it was better than dealing with the Joker again.
That clown had been messing with his head so badly recently, it would be nice to fill his thoughts with something not as troubling.
He shook his head, he needed to stop thinking of him like that… he hadn't thought of anyone like that since…
Well.
He walked through the hall of the old Wayne-tech building, it looked like there had been a struggle, ending in the foyer, there were three men, shot dead, shot perfectly.
Bruce recreated the scene in his head; Riddler was working with someone, though… he couldn't tell who it was, someone taller than himself judging by the approximate angle of the shot.
That narrowed it down a little, he'd run some stats on the computer later, when he got the chance to.
He continued up the stairs, there was some blood on the floor by them, and some rubber scraped into the floor, someone had been dropped from... ¾ of a flight up.
He could see where he'd been thrown from, there were more scuffs and some mud on the stairs, he followed them up 2 sets and into a room.
The room was bathed in a sickly green light, a progress bar, three quarters of the way complete, was present on the screen.
Bruce felt his heart sink when he saw the object attached to the computer.
He gently pulled the usb from the computer, and exhaled gently, looking at the engraved symbol.
"…Harvey…"
He turned the object over, there was an inscription on the back, it simply said 'Merry Birthday'; the present he had bought for Harvey's birthday had not arrived on time, so he had tried to make up for it at Christmas, and that was the best that a 16-year-old Bruce could think of.
He remembered it as if it was yesterday, so clear in his mind.
He had been so young, and in love, and… confused.
He had loved Harvey so much, but they had hidden it.
Bruce wasn't even sure why. He knew Alfred wouldn't have minded, nor Harvey's parents.
But, they had.
He wished they hadn't.
He lifted the object to his lips and kissed it, closing his eyes as he did.
It felt odd, to touch the object again, the last time must have been when he had held it in his mouth, between his teeth, as they…
When they had been together.
He sighed and looked down at it again.
Why had Riddler had it? Bruce knew Harvey, he knew he wouldn't let anyone touch this, unless they were close, very close.
Harvey hated Riddler, he talked to much, was too upfront, he hid nothing, Harvey hated that, for Harvey the fun was in the chase, in finding out what was hidden.
He must have stolen it. That little shit!
Bruce walked quickly from the room and down the stairs.
How dare that little fuck steal this, did he even know what he'd stolen?
He was trying to download something.
Did that mean…
Had he deleted the files?
Bruce felt his chest begin to throb. Oh god, he hoped he hadn't deleted the files.
Don't let the world be that cruel…
He rushed himself to the batmobile and plugged the small data-stick into the car's computer.
He pulled the file index up on the tiny monitor, and saw that there was a locked folder, relief flooded him so intensely that it caused him to let out a tiny moan.
'XHarvey, privateX' the file was called.
Bruce unlocked it, and looked through, smiling gently. Hundreds of pictures of them together.
Just of them, sitting, kissing, laying with one another, one of Bruce playfully biting Harvey's nose. The memory of that moment making Bruce chuckle slightly.
He ejected the usb from the computer, and placed it in the glove compartment.
He would have to make sure he returned this.