[ He moves away from the light — it illuminates about half the figure, showing only the gash, yet to be tended to. There's a sad line here, about how limned by the dark in an empty fucking room is the only way Bruce Wayne knows honesty. ]
No, it isn't.
[ After a moment, when his eyes have had time to take in every detail. His own room is equally unimpressive, every possession of real value squirrelled away in a secure location, outside the city. It should track as unusual — a person of Jim's outward demeanour having this in quarters he's spent weeks in, but this isn't the first time Bruce has seen a seemingly open window that leads into a blizzard. He put a lot of effort back in the day looking as shallow as a puddle. Make the outline convincing enough, and people will assume what they want, never seeing the deep, cold places that exist otherwise. ]
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No, it isn't.
[ After a moment, when his eyes have had time to take in every detail. His own room is equally unimpressive, every possession of real value squirrelled away in a secure location, outside the city. It should track as unusual — a person of Jim's outward demeanour having this in quarters he's spent weeks in, but this isn't the first time Bruce has seen a seemingly open window that leads into a blizzard. He put a lot of effort back in the day looking as shallow as a puddle. Make the outline convincing enough, and people will assume what they want, never seeing the deep, cold places that exist otherwise. ]
[ No comment. Just a flick of recognition. ]