[ He burned it down. He should've cared more, in hindsight, but the lick of the flames on the walls, the smell of burning wood, it had been more satisfying than he wanted to admit. It never touched him, physically. But Bruce has lived in symbols enough to have felt it. ]
[ The laughter draws closer, and the source is a young boy, racing down the stairs, tearing his way to the kitchen for dinner. The memory-Bruce follows him without hesitation, as though buoyed, led along by his joy. ]
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A place that doesn't exist anymore.
[ He burned it down. He should've cared more, in hindsight, but the lick of the flames on the walls, the smell of burning wood, it had been more satisfying than he wanted to admit. It never touched him, physically. But Bruce has lived in symbols enough to have felt it. ]
[ The laughter draws closer, and the source is a young boy, racing down the stairs, tearing his way to the kitchen for dinner. The memory-Bruce follows him without hesitation, as though buoyed, led along by his joy. ]