BRUCE WAYNE.

// i rlly like that pinned format though. thinking about changing other muses' too

// need to bullshit his way into Prime Earth but it's 2 am and i have class at 9. god bless

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𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 . . .
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// i lied. y'know, like a liar. college is starting again and i'll be a bit busy. sooo. spotty activity.

// Leo's my victim

// bear in mind that, when you ask me where to start on a comic event, it's like consulting to a doctor in a way? i'd ask if you've read this and that. if you haven't i'd either make you read or fill you in LMAO

// project your issues to fictional character, they said.

i'm doing it...

( It hasn't healed. )

Still, he didn't want to pressure his friend into coming back too soon if he wasn't yet ready.

"That's strange," he muttered, taking a quick glance at the sun.

"We could run some tests," he suggested and quickly added, "to see what may have caused it. If you're comfortable, that is."

Bruce's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. His mind racing a mile a minute, thinking of anything that might slow down Clark's recovery.

Surely, it wasn't that easy. It wasn't just a matter of external and internal factor. -

// i have this constant fear of my kitten stepping all over my keyboard and accidentally send an unfinished reply with extra gibberish

he needed it the most. Often in the battlefield. Facing great opponents in his absence became a little tougher.

Clark's words pulled him back to the present.

"No, I don't believe you have."

Though, most of all, Clark's absence in Bruce's daily life has been... strange.

He never spoke about his worries out loud, but with Clark's presence he never felt the need to. A man who knew him better than his own demons, someone who was capable of giving him a sense of ease when —

They had everything under control, Bruce wasn't lying. Even though it couldn't be as smooth as he wanted it to be —then again, nothing ever could be. The League had to call for extra help, especially when something happened in Metropolis. —

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( <--- burnt his tongue from eating soup. )

Brooding.

[ Batman (2025) #6 ]

"Unless we're talking about the Justice League's budgeting that I have to manage, then, yes. It's a lot."

A pause, then he placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder.

"It'll be alright."

Their eyes meet, Bruce looks back and he understands.

"We have things handled," and that much is true, even when they're struggling to keep the world from burning.

"Don't tell me you have no faith in your friends?" to most people, it would sound serious, but it's a friendly jab. —

"Oh, J'onn," he says dryly. A wild guess. A likely option. An important friend, first and foremost.

Their team isn't called the Earth's Mightiest for nothing.

They're not called the World's Finest for nothing.

And to say that Superman's absence has been disastrous would be an understatement. —

Terry.

"And is this doctor anyone I know?" a lighthearted question.

He sits down next to Clark.

"Of course," he says, without hesitation. Clark would do the same. "Alfred sent me to deliver his home cooked meals to your parents. I already did."

Vegetables for breakfast.

"Clark," he greets with a sigh. Relief, maybe. "I thought you'd be here."

Bruce stays where he stands. He lets the silence linger for a moment.

"... Is there anything that I can help you with? Anything at all."