[Duality. It's a theme that Bruce has been working at for awhile. The people closest to him are also those that have known him the longest- a list that consists almost entirely of Alfred. But Selina and Jim had come into his life with the death of his parents, Mr Fox not long after; they see, have seen, parts of him that the public could only speculate at. He has always been strange when standing beside his peers. He never pursued friendships with the people he was supposed to, his interests were always- different. With age and experience he can look at it differently now. There is no outrunning his true self- for better and worse, the things Bruce finds meaningful, the calling he feels, runs in only one direction.
Bruce Wayne has to become the mask. And choices like this, to be seen in this way, doing these things- the details lend some much needed verisimilitude.
Instead of watching Peter's face and following the way it turns towards the ceiling, instead of continuing to stand at attention while he brushes hair back from his eyes- Bruce lifts another bottle off the shelf and turns it around, examining the label.]
But I don't think so.
[There's a casual disinterest in the phrase and its delivery. That too is a calculation. Bruce frowns, makes an expression of distaste, and puts the bottle back. Trades it for a new one that he examines with the same scrutiny.]
no subject
[Duality. It's a theme that Bruce has been working at for awhile. The people closest to him are also those that have known him the longest- a list that consists almost entirely of Alfred. But Selina and Jim had come into his life with the death of his parents, Mr Fox not long after; they see, have seen, parts of him that the public could only speculate at. He has always been strange when standing beside his peers. He never pursued friendships with the people he was supposed to, his interests were always- different. With age and experience he can look at it differently now. There is no outrunning his true self- for better and worse, the things Bruce finds meaningful, the calling he feels, runs in only one direction.
Bruce Wayne has to become the mask.
And choices like this, to be seen in this way, doing these things- the details lend some much needed verisimilitude.
Instead of watching Peter's face and following the way it turns towards the ceiling, instead of continuing to stand at attention while he brushes hair back from his eyes- Bruce lifts another bottle off the shelf and turns it around, examining the label.]
But I don't think so.
[There's a casual disinterest in the phrase and its delivery. That too is a calculation. Bruce frowns, makes an expression of distaste, and puts the bottle back. Trades it for a new one that he examines with the same scrutiny.]
Maybe you weren't very memorable?
What's your name?