Oh, my darling! You and I have wildly differing interpretations of the word ‘nothing.’
I love that this part is from Bruce’s perspective—it starts as fairly perfunctory. It reads like a Batman plan! ‘Nothing happening?’ You’ve let us in your Bruce’s head! Frankly, I’m surprised 2k+ was able to distill what goes on in that man’s head when his…Bruceness can and should fill multiple volumes of a compendium.
She knows he wouldn't have called, wouldn't have said it like that, unless he were.
Bruce knows what the normal reaction to his statement is, but Diana defies normal and simply knows Bruce well enough to have that kind of camaraderie that she understands how Bruce works! How you manage to convey so much in so little still strikes me with awe.
"Have you been struck on the head, sir, or merely drugged?"
Ah, Alfred. How I adore thee! A snarky delight!
"He is," Bruce says, abruptly able to guess why…
Once again, Bruce understands what the normal reaction is, but those closest to him must defy normalcy because they know Bruce and Bruce is nothing close to normal. This entire exchange (and of course just your Alfred, in general: see above) set me off in a fit of giggles. Bruce is so defensive and stroppy about Alfred’s quiet and nonverbal disbelief—it’s charming and adorable and provided me a window into the facet of their relationship that is more father-and-son. I do love it.
Oh, Bruce. I love how he’s so relieved that Clark is alive, but at the same time Clark’s resurrection has left him kind of unmoored—after all, how can he torture himself with Clark’s death if Clark isn’t…well, dead. And Clark being alive isn’t an automatic absolution for Bruce. How inconvenient!
(Without the Batplane.)
Ooh! Bruce Wayne in all his Wayneing glory! I can’t wait! And I shan’t! I was so thrilled to see two parts for me to consume; the most difficult part was making myself stop so that I could adulate you. I mean, I do that as I’m reading, but e-huggles aren’t quite the same as something as you can read.
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (4/?)
I love that this part is from Bruce’s perspective—it starts as fairly perfunctory. It reads like a Batman plan! ‘Nothing happening?’ You’ve let us in your Bruce’s head! Frankly, I’m surprised 2k+ was able to distill what goes on in that man’s head when his…Bruceness can and should fill multiple volumes of a compendium.
She knows he wouldn't have called, wouldn't have said it like that, unless he were.
Bruce knows what the normal reaction to his statement is, but Diana defies normal and simply knows Bruce well enough to have that kind of camaraderie that she understands how Bruce works! How you manage to convey so much in so little still strikes me with awe.
"Have you been struck on the head, sir, or merely drugged?"
Ah, Alfred. How I adore thee! A snarky delight!
"He is," Bruce says, abruptly able to guess why…
Once again, Bruce understands what the normal reaction is, but those closest to him must defy normalcy because they know Bruce and Bruce is nothing close to normal. This entire exchange (and of course just your Alfred, in general: see above) set me off in a fit of giggles. Bruce is so defensive and stroppy about Alfred’s quiet and nonverbal disbelief—it’s charming and adorable and provided me a window into the facet of their relationship that is more father-and-son. I do love it.
Oh, Bruce. I love how he’s so relieved that Clark is alive, but at the same time Clark’s resurrection has left him kind of unmoored—after all, how can he torture himself with Clark’s death if Clark isn’t…well, dead. And Clark being alive isn’t an automatic absolution for Bruce. How inconvenient!
(Without the Batplane.)
Ooh! Bruce Wayne in all his Wayneing glory! I can’t wait! And I shan’t! I was so thrilled to see two parts for me to consume; the most difficult part was making myself stop so that I could adulate you. I mean, I do that as I’m reading, but e-huggles aren’t quite the same as something as you can read.