[ A kind of humor. A kind of understanding buried in that too — what the fuck, man. Serves him right for breaking into this room, of all rooms. He's got nothing in this world but all these things that crawl in uncomfortably, they simmers in his veins. He wishes for venom. ]
[ Alfred would have a few choice words. It helps to feel them. ]
[ Anyway. Bruce tears off part of the sleeve, looking curiously at a small cut that looks like a simple graze, but it's genuinely almost healed. ]
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[ Alfred would have a few choice words. It helps to feel them. ]
[ Anyway. Bruce tears off part of the sleeve, looking curiously at a small cut that looks like a simple graze, but it's genuinely almost healed. ]
Do you have another needle?