How many interrupts was he suppose to face, before he snapped? Bruce wondered as he set a report down, turning off the computer screen so the program he was running couldn't be seen, if it wasn't one of the other teachers, nor someone he trusted completely. He rose from his desk, and went to open the door. 

It was so rare for Bruce to be taken by surprise. So rare for it to show, even for a second. But he never would have expected Nicholas at the door. 

Something was wrong. Bruce shifted just slightly, his face now impassive, studying Nicholas. Very little of his mother in his appearance. And right now, it seemed that it was all Crane. Never quite sure how to take Nicholas, he nevertheless stepped back, to invite him in.