"Can I ask you a question?"
Batman did not even look up from his work. Instead, he gave a curt nod and continued tapping away at the keyboard at a break-neck pace.
"That so called Bat-glare everyone's so afraid of… Is that genetic?"
At that, he paused. Then he turned his seat around to look at his… Guest.
"Where is this coming from?"
"Well, when you hear the streets like I do, you learn a few things. Some seem to think that it's genetic, seeing as Robin has always been able to use it."
"That's just mimicking."
"Well, I know that, but your average street-thug obviously wouldn't."
"Well since you asked, I'll tell you a secret."
"The big-bad-Batman? Telling little ol' me a secret? Oh, goodie."
"The so-called 'Bat-glare', is actually loosely based off the look my father would give me when I got caught doing something I shouldn't."
"So you're telling me that the patented Bat-glare was actually based off a father scolding his child?"
Batman smirked and returned to his work, letting his guest to sort their thoughts out for themselves.
"Ya'know that says a lot… But who about, I'm not sure."
No response.
"I won't tell anyone."
"I doubt anyone would believe you."
"Point."
Can anyone guess who our 'Guest' is?