#realgaser

“yes,” bruce answers directly—he sees no point in lying (not to mention he’d be terrible at it). he keeps his distance, like he were encountering a frightened animal; the last thing he wants is to scare her off for good. “but i mean what i say,” bruce clarifies—i want good things for you. it goes unspoken, but it’s obvious in his intentions. anyone else would disregard her knowing her past, her affiliations. it doesn’t matter to bruce. it could very well be the end of him, such weakness and vulnerability exposed from a simple olive branch. but perhaps that’s a price he’s willing to pay. “it’s your choice to make.”

" upside down? we can do that, " he jokes, trying to let her question slide off his back. it was easier than trying to explain his love life six stories off the ground. with a heave of his free arm, he launches them further into the air, hoping the adrenaline might be enough to deter her for a moment or two. he tucks his legs in & keeps a firm hold on her while he spirals into a flip. he lets them hang in the air for a few moments but with another thwip, they're swinging upright again, "most people don't think about those sorts of things swinging through the air, y'know? i don't suppose you'd know anything about that business on the ground…? "