( there's something about hearing those names β thomas, martha, alfred β coming from the other man that makes bruce feel some sort of way about it. not only that, but everything that comes after β things that both have and haven't happened. as if he's being told a play by play of a life that's not entirely his.
of another bruce wayne.
he stands there. silent. eyeing the young man and taking whatever he can from this interaction of theirs. seeing that boy sitting there on his bed, surrounded by police officers, looking to him as if he might have answers. as if he might be able to help somehow.
another stretch of a pause, he gently presses his lips together before he finally lets himself look away. )
no subject
of another bruce wayne.
he stands there. silent. eyeing the young man and taking whatever he can from this interaction of theirs. seeing that boy sitting there on his bed, surrounded by police officers, looking to him as if he might have answers. as if he might be able to help somehow.
another stretch of a pause, he gently presses his lips together before he finally lets himself look away. )
You going to show me where this drug store is?