Bruce's pet mortal smirks downright smugly at him. This will probably come back to bite him later, but he's at peace with it.

"I should go back to sleep." He knows, distantly, that he's still drained; that the responsible thing to do would be closing his eyes, and relaxing as much as he can.

But he's got a purring cat and a cuddly devil and that's so much better than the nightmares, prophetic or not.

"They usually start out - not normally. But there are things, places, people I recognise. Things it makes sense to dream about. Then it all...twists, somehow."