Bruce does not hang around to wait and see what's going on. He has got to get out of here before the police arrive. He does not like having to trust Mid will stay on the right side of the kill line, even with evidence that he will.

Once he's deeper into the district, away from even dim street lamps, he starts sort of... breaking down. Keeps a gloved hand on the wall for balance.

Once he hits the wall - metaphorical - on continuing to physically move and has reached a specific warehouse destination (with a safehouse hidden inside) he stops, fumbles for keys at his belt and tosses them to Mid. "Get it open."

His voice is still bitingly short. He sounds like he's in pain.

Because he is.