"Obviously," Terry said to the first statement, frustration bubbling up under his skin. Frustration and concern at the mention of the old man's former butler and this man's implied identity. It couldn't be. ...could it?
Now officially weirded out (and worried), Terry took a step back and reached into his pocket, drawing out something that should look very familiar to Bruce. Bat-shaped, sharp, but rounder and edged in red instead of all black. He held it up expertly, like it was a familiar part of himself, ready to throw it in Bruce's direction at a moment's notice. He really should've worn the suit under his clothes today.
"Look pal, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but you're not Bruce Wayne. Mr. Wayne's an old man, and Alfred Pennyworth died years ago - before I was even born."
cold day in gotham in the bat cave chilling;
Now officially weirded out (and worried), Terry took a step back and reached into his pocket, drawing out something that should look very familiar to Bruce. Bat-shaped, sharp, but rounder and edged in red instead of all black. He held it up expertly, like it was a familiar part of himself, ready to throw it in Bruce's direction at a moment's notice. He really should've worn the suit under his clothes today.
"Look pal, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but you're not Bruce Wayne. Mr. Wayne's an old man, and Alfred Pennyworth died years ago - before I was even born."