( the past two years, he's been so focused on being batman, that he hasn't even bothered to be bruce wayne, much to alfred's dismay.
so when he's addressed by name and with a sort of familiarity to it, he pauses mid-step, takes a second for himself.
turning some, he stares to the young man with those raccoon eyes of his and, behind that black greasepaint, an edge there in his eyes. one which he doesn't even know he's wearing. tense. thankfully, it's only for a second or two and when he speaks, like before, it's still soft. )
I don't know what you're talking about.
( people would know him as thomas wayne's son. people from gotham. but here. he's no one. )
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so when he's addressed by name and with a sort of familiarity to it, he pauses mid-step, takes a second for himself.
turning some, he stares to the young man with those raccoon eyes of his and, behind that black greasepaint, an edge there in his eyes. one which he doesn't even know he's wearing. tense. thankfully, it's only for a second or two and when he speaks, like before, it's still soft. )
I don't know what you're talking about.
( people would know him as thomas wayne's son. people from gotham. but here. he's no one. )