@predctory gets sweaty and naked Bruce bc they asked nicely
It was like coming up for air.
Sure, he had achieved some kind of understanding, some kind of accord with all those inside of him, but that did not make it any easier. It is akin to that moment between consciousness and unconsciousness, that breathless split second, that moment when one's vision goes blurry, their mind desperately yearning for the embrace of the dark. Fighting against the current.
It is a sickening sound, really. Bones snapping, skin stretching and deflating as the green recedes and the form of the puny scientist comes into focus. Enemy of the week defeated, the day saved once more. The city will no longer be in danger, he is so sure.
A sound that can best be described as a gasp in reverse leaves him, like his lungs were creating oxygen first before it could be released, stumbling onto bare knees as he collapses on the patch of grass. He could feel the wind against his back, the layer of sweat creating a sensation of coolness, grass poking at places he'd rather not think about.
Once, he cared about appearances; hiding himself away, keeping his decency intact. Those days were so long away.
"Oh, hey Greer." He breathes out, monotone, face half buried in the dirt, "You don't happen to have a blanket with you, by any chance?"