https://t.co/wz5yctelpr because of being busy with school i'm gonn put bruce on a temporary hiatus :( if anyone wants to write i have a superhero oc that i will be semi active on : @ferrantpinto ! thanks for the fun everyone :)
โ mhm. โ he rubs his face again, then shaking his head and waking up a bit more. he should get up. leave. go home.
โ . . . i still like him too. โs a good guy. โ
Arms are being crossed over his chest. A roll of his eyes as smoke from his pipe is puffed out from the missing half of his mouth.
"Ghh. You are lucky Harvard still likes you. Eugh.."
it is not true that a burnt child dreads the fire. it is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. it knows that when it goes near it๏ผ it will burn itself again. still๏ผ it gets too close.
itโs odd โ something with these parallel universes, being a father because heโs bruce wayne while only being twenty five. weird.
he seems to be fully knocked out, lightly snoring on the couch now.
Jason lets him doze off, only to set his book aside and pick his father up, with some effort, and carries him to the nearby couch, laying him down and covering him up with a blanket, chuckling quietly
@Night1stWing โ still on edge but . . . relaxing just a bit. the tiniest bit.
โ so you know me. but i donโt know you.
โ how old am i supposed to be ? โ
@Night1stWing everything is strange โ from bruceโs perspective this is just some guy who wandered in here like he lives in this cave. but the fact alone that he knows it exists is . . . something that adds credibility to his claim of knowing him.
โ very strange. โ he affirms, โ
itโs . . . nice. getting to lean on someone for a bit โ when he doesnโt get pushed away he starts drifting off pretty quickly, mumbling something incoherent.
โ โ thanks, mom. โ
itโs a whisper, barely audible. he knows she isnโt his mother. he knows sheโs . . well, heโs not sure what she would be. a sister ? a clone ? just . . him ?
but heโs too tired to really do anything, hurting, so his mind tries to comfort him.
"hmhm." She had come to know that tone of voice well, the lie in it, but she didn't force anything.
"Rest. I'll stay here, Thomas."
She laid her head against his, one hand going to his hair and stroking it lightly.
of course it is. always is.
bruce blinks a few times, looking over at the other from the side of his eyes โ rubbing his own face a bit.
โ i said sorry, โkay ? โ
It's Bad Harv, it's always him. The scowl on their face is a good tell. He's grumbling, wiping at the sleeve of his suit like Bruce had gotten it dirty.
"Does personal space not exist t' you."