[ Maybe a little sexy. Barry in only one of his robes, Bruce fully dressed - albeit casually, for him. But he seems to not recognize it for now, instead looking at him. His expression is clear and open, no judgement or caution for that I have to try. Of course he does. Bruce means it, he just wishes Barry's mom hadn't met the fate she did, and that the younger man wasn't in the position - the proverbial one - that he's in.
For a lot of reasons, sure, like potentially erasing the entire world, but also, like, it sucks. It feels like shit. Bruce knows. His parents are dead (!) and he knows what his mother's brain matter looks like, as flecks of it ended up congealed to the end of his shoe when he was eight.
Life is unkind and he just—
Whatever.
Barry says that, and Bruce smiles. Warm and real. ]
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For a lot of reasons, sure, like potentially erasing the entire world, but also, like, it sucks. It feels like shit. Bruce knows. His parents are dead (!) and he knows what his mother's brain matter looks like, as flecks of it ended up congealed to the end of his shoe when he was eight.
Life is unkind and he just—
Whatever.
Barry says that, and Bruce smiles. Warm and real. ]
More than I think you understand.