after being stonewalled at least ten times - first via being sent straight to voicemail, then via harvey’s secretary taking a message - bruce realized he’d have to resort to some sort of drastic measure. after being ignored for four days, he even considers donning the suit to get harvey’s attention because harvey wouldn’t ignore batman (which is a consideration that lasts all of three seconds, to his own credit) before he decides to show up at harvey’s place with bagels and lox. it’s three o’clock, no one eats meals at this time, but he just woke up an hour ago and he’s starving and barely able to move. it’s not a coincidence he dresses down in a jacket and jeans, five o’clock shadow just barely grown out - he’s going into harvey’s turf, now. he’s long been aware that the wealth disparity between them is a source of contention and he’s startled that he wants harvey to like him so badly that he’s gone to such a length to fashion himself into what harvey wants to see even if the reality doesn’t quite match.

(which reminds him of the party. he wasn’t even drunk, which means he remembers every moment of it all - how mortified harvey had looked when he’d locked eyes on him from across the room, arm around some socialite’s waist while he practically let him lick his tonsils. how goddamn stupid of him - that hadn’t been the reaction he’d been aiming for but how could he expect anything less.) 

one of harvey’s neighbors lets him in from the lobby, which is how he makes his way to harvey’s unit. he stands in front of it for what feels like an eternity before knocking. he hears the television and knows harvey’s home - but he doesn’t expect the door to open.