Quiet, for bit. Far off, the sound of a car on the main road; probably someone leaving the lake house. A bird sings.
Rick just looks sad.
"The glasses suck as a disguise. FYI." Just, you know. Getting that out there, only marginally hysterically. It's obvious that this Gothamite cop is desperately reassuring himself he's talking to Superman, and not merely some stranger here to manipulate him into spilling his guts. Somewhat of a pained look, but maybe he's never spoken about it to anyone, and the potential is maddening for want of something.
"When I was a kid, I asked him this awful thing, like kids do. And he told me that he didn't know if being Batman when my parents died would have meant he could have saved them. But that he wished he was, so he could have at least tried." Rick smiles, and it's still sad. He shakes his head, his voice goes a little tight. "He was a great dad. And he's also that, at night. In between. There's no one reason."
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Rick just looks sad.
"The glasses suck as a disguise. FYI." Just, you know. Getting that out there, only marginally hysterically. It's obvious that this Gothamite cop is desperately reassuring himself he's talking to Superman, and not merely some stranger here to manipulate him into spilling his guts. Somewhat of a pained look, but maybe he's never spoken about it to anyone, and the potential is maddening for want of something.
"When I was a kid, I asked him this awful thing, like kids do. And he told me that he didn't know if being Batman when my parents died would have meant he could have saved them. But that he wished he was, so he could have at least tried." Rick smiles, and it's still sad. He shakes his head, his voice goes a little tight. "He was a great dad. And he's also that, at night. In between. There's no one reason."
Shit sucks. People are hard.