[ It's Barry's effortless intellect that Bruce is reflecting on, in this instance. Cutting through everything to explain as commonplace as if he accidentally spilled pasta all over a beige carpet. Most people, when stumbling into godlike powers, would not be able to figure out what's happening to them. They might become too disoriented to parse it, withdraw into fear, or simply shrug it off.
As if it were a dream.
Hah. ]
I know, [ Bruce says, around methodical dissection of eggs and hashbrown. He's watching his plate, having reeled his gaze back from the outside at some point. He should be telling Barry to shut up, but anyone listening to this conversation will just think they're insane, anyway, but he's confident they aren't being specifically observed. Maybe. Sort of. Alright, mostly he's pretending he isn't panicking, but some instincts continue on auto-pilot, when they're so trained in.
Saying it - I know - leaves him shocked at himself, though nothing shows on his face. He isn't certain he did know at all, before just now. But a grim certainty has set in listening to all of that, and the pieces slot together too well. He hates the shape of it. ]
You did the right thing. [ Bruce looks up, at last. His gaze is level and serious. It's okay. And then he pauses, an uncharacteristic hesitation, before: ] I have something to show you when we get back.
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As if it were a dream.
Hah. ]
I know, [ Bruce says, around methodical dissection of eggs and hashbrown. He's watching his plate, having reeled his gaze back from the outside at some point. He should be telling Barry to shut up, but anyone listening to this conversation will just think they're insane, anyway, but he's confident they aren't being specifically observed. Maybe. Sort of. Alright, mostly he's pretending he isn't panicking, but some instincts continue on auto-pilot, when they're so trained in.
Saying it - I know - leaves him shocked at himself, though nothing shows on his face. He isn't certain he did know at all, before just now. But a grim certainty has set in listening to all of that, and the pieces slot together too well. He hates the shape of it. ]
You did the right thing. [ Bruce looks up, at last. His gaze is level and serious. It's okay. And then he pauses, an uncharacteristic hesitation, before: ] I have something to show you when we get back.