‘ i’m not that easy to kill . ’
❝ I KNOW. ❞ his words are of bitter humor this time; the sheer durability of kryptonians amazes him, & it shows on his face as he carefully cleans the wound on kara’s arm. something of this magnitude would have had bruce almost unconscious with pain, but then again, HE WAS ONLY HUMAN. he shakes his head, his cowl hanging from the back of his neck, ❝ but that doesn’t matter. ❞ a lamp he designed to emulate sunlight shines over them both, illuminating kara, but casting shadows over bruce’s features– drawing them out.
❝ you still feel pain, don’t you ? you & your cousin have to learn that just because you’re virtually unkillable, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be careful. ❞ he hears himself scold her & pauses for a moment, the alcohol - drenched swab hovering just above her skin — HE’S NAGGING HER . . maybe his age WAS catching up to him. the hesitation lasts not more than a second & he quickly switches to closing the wound with specialized bandages, alfred’s own design. ❝ the sun doesn’t come up for another few hours, but this light should help. you can make yourself comfortable. we have snacks. ❞
PROMPT. ACCEPTING.