[ There was a time where Bruce needed him — needed The Flash — and all that he could do. Barry had willingly followed him, given him what he wanted, run back in time to bring him back to life. He has nothing but respect and loyalty to this man who he thinks sometimes doesn't believe he deserves it, thinks that whatever demons he carries with him tell him such a thing and then some. Now it's Barry's turn to need him. But it's not entirely for the case of his father. It's something that runs a little deeper, something Victor warned him as being risky. For Barry, he lives on those risks, in a way. He's the shining hope that breaks through them, gives others another chance. Is one that, despite his own grievances and weights he carries on his shoulders, he runs towards the future now and he'd like Bruce to be there in whatever future he manages to shape for himself.

For a long moment, he's silent when Bruce says to him what he does and he can feel a sort of urgency laced within those words that maybe Bruce doesn't realize is there. Needing him to understand that, regardless of all of... this.

Lips part as if to speak but... he smiles instead. Soft. A nod given to show that he hears him, that he understands, he turns his face into one of those hands and kisses softly at a wet palm, letting it linger there for a few seconds. ]

I think you could use a bit of nice in your life.

[ The pad of his thumb traces over a scar Bruce wears, running along the entirety of it before he leans in to bump his nose against the other man's, hand coming up to grip at his neck again. ]

I ran back so I could see you again. [ His words are a quiet whisper so close to Bruce's lips there, just barely touching. ] There's very little I wouldn't do for you.

[ Looking to kiss him, he stops then, pulling back just enough to raise a brow to the man. ]

By the way — if I were looking to butter you up and get something out of you, pretty sure it would be the batmobile. Just saying.

[ You silly old man. ]