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Damian stares up and down at the man in front of him, wearing an expression that rests somewhere between shock and confusion. Finally, he decides to say something. "...Father?" (From Damian to Absolute Bruce)

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Atieno does notice that there are other seats on the bus. Plenty of open seats. Perhaps they don't have to sit right next to her if they are going be on the ride.

Might as well give her a little bit of personal space. "Ah, you're right about that. Would be better to give you some room then." It seemed like the very least the entity could do.

As to how they got on the bus given the bus hadn't made a stop - now that was a different question.

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“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′." (from Lara Lane-Kent)

high pain tolerance starters

    🦇—-;; Bruce huffs lightly at her words, he understands the concern, he's had a lot worse than this. Sure, it stings a bit, but he's fine. He can work through it, it's what he normally does. "I think we both know I'm not what anyone would call 'normal'." He never really has been either, but that's another discussion entirely that he's not comfortable with having, they're talking about the pain he's in. And yeah, it hurts, but again, he's not going to be too concerned with it right now. He's not bleeding and nothing's broken, he's just bruised. In his own opinion the only thing that's taken the most damage is his pride.

❝ Don't look at me like that. You're not the Demon's Head, Baby Wayne. ❞

"Chase?"

"hmm?"

"Why am I getting a bunch of cancelled calls?"

@maximummuses asked . . . "Man. Arizona kind of fucking sucks, doesn't it?" (From Noelle to The Dude)

Dude sat hunched on a bench, stitching up the sleeve of his battered trench coat. His upper arm is wrapped in blood-soaked gauze. No context necessary — anyone with eyes could tell he'd gotten attacked recently.

❝ Ha, ❞ he laughed dryly, ❝ you can say that again. I'm sweating bullets now, & by tonight, I'll be wrapped up in a blanket shivering. Fucked up place. ❞

His gaze slid down to the bandaging, wincing.

Guy had watched the kid work before. The fact a kid was able to do stuff like this at a young age was something he didn't approve of. At the same time he didn't know the kid as well as Batman did. Basterd just couldn't stop putting kids into danger. When would he let the kids have a damn childhood?

His green eyes narrowed as he walked up and pushed the training dummy aside and looked down at the kid. His eyes showed disappointment. Not at him but towards Batman. How old was he? Twelve? Younger? He couldn't tell as he sighed." I just don't get why that bastard puts kids in danger. Shouldn't you be. I dunno. Picking fights with boys your age? Going to school?" He asks as he looks at the bostaff the boy held. Defending yourself is one thing. Protecting others like adults should be the last thing on this kid's mind.

"Look I may not know you personally but you gotta have some semblance of normalcy here, Kid. Watch movies. Go do sports." He sighed as he rubbed the back of his head. Look at him trying to be the big Guy Gardner. A grade A father figure when he doesn't even have kids. But why was he like this with them? He couldn't remember. His memories were hazy in a certain point in his life. Nevertheless he had his views and he didn't like this.