with @beyondism, continued from here.
he takes to a steady, even pace as he approaches terry in the batcave. the cathedral-like space, shadowed and scattered with stalactites overhead, offers faint echoes with every step, little pinpoints of his presence. paired with the noise of terry's tools and the occasional screech of a bat, the sheer normalcy of the occasion is not lost upon him in the slightest. this feels... comfortable. this is what every day should look and feel like โ loved ones in the cave, allies, routine, and a gotham city currently too sleepy to cause problems. no alerts on the scanners, no notifications, and no bat symbol in the sky. everything is good here, safe โ like a sanctuary. it's just the way bruce likes it.
blue eyes dart across terry's work. the suit is an extremely complex, advanced example of what bruce has today, and clearly that tech requires a good deal of repair to maintain its high quality and good performance. he watches for a while before interrupting the silence. the smile on his face is faint, but present. "looks like quite the task. need any help?" he's confused about terry in a lot of ways, but the familiarity between them is potent and paternal. he cares for this relatively new friend like he does all the rest of his allies โ dick, barbara, alfred, tim... the people that surround him and make him stronger with their support, with their help. "i know. i should be upstairs. it's a slow night, but..." his gaze darts up at the ceiling, at ominous stalactites, at wires and equipment strung throughout the cave. "feels like i haven't asked you enough questions... about all of this." he finds terry's eyes, and curiosity flickers to life in his irises. "maybe i won't ever get it, but i thought we could try."
