Vic doesn't sound like that. Bruce eyes him over the edge of one screen, though there's nothing bitey-bat-hostile about it, like he can get sometimes if he feels like he's being interfered with. Apparently, Victor Stone being a native Gothamite gives him a pass in a way that not even Superman gets. Bruce probably shouldn't even be going out anymore at all, but he still does; he's sure he'll die out there, unable to stop. But that's alright, and it's (hopefully) a fair bit away, still.
Tonight, he's got plenty to occupy himself with. Late night donuts, for one.
"So—"
A quiet breath, enigmatic pause in a way that is not actually enigmatic, and more telltale of Bruce being slightly nervous in a way he won't express.
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Vic doesn't sound like that. Bruce eyes him over the edge of one screen, though there's nothing bitey-bat-hostile about it, like he can get sometimes if he feels like he's being interfered with. Apparently, Victor Stone being a native Gothamite gives him a pass in a way that not even Superman gets. Bruce probably shouldn't even be going out anymore at all, but he still does; he's sure he'll die out there, unable to stop. But that's alright, and it's (hopefully) a fair bit away, still.
Tonight, he's got plenty to occupy himself with. Late night donuts, for one.
"So—"
A quiet breath, enigmatic pause in a way that is not actually enigmatic, and more telltale of Bruce being slightly nervous in a way he won't express.
"I'm making you a lamp."